All day I have fought off a migraine. And nausea. And a lot of stabby pain in the neighborhood of the lymph nodes under my arm. I barely had an appetite all day. And I was particularly sensitive to insults. I don't want to find good things to write about. I want to be cranky and negative. I wanted to skip writing altogether, and I didn't even pick up the laptop until one in the morning.
I suppose if I have to find one positive thing about the last week, it's that I have managed, for the first time in my life, to keep an orchid alive long enough for it to rebloom. Yay?
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