To Hell in a Handbag

The ballet was wonderful, but it took too much out of me, and I am feeling like shit again today. Achey, tired, and crabby as hell.

I'm sitting around my apartment in pajamas, alone, reading catalogs and pouting.

I want someone to come over, bring me medication, chicken soup, and watch movies with me. No one will. Jaime is out of town. She's not answering her phone. I don't want to ask him for favors. The roommate is at work.

I'm just fucking miserable right now. And feeling completely alone. Wishing I had a boyfriend to come sit with me, hold me, and not care if he gets sick.

*Sarah*