I am not a happy frog. I have whooping cough. Believe me, it feels as bad as it sounds. I can't talk. I'm out of work for the week (and slowly going insane here. I've already killed off one book and three movies) and I can't do the AIDs Walk. That hurts. But I can't risk passing this atypical bronchitis to anyone with HIV/AIDs.
I am thankful that the members of my team are doing so well, but I had plans. I had places to go, people to ask for money, fundraising ass to kick. And then I was going to do the walk - take tons of pictures, win something, eat free donuts, hug Snoopy, get my umbrella, and laugh for 4 miles with my favorite people on earth. And I can't even cry about it - I'll just feel worse.
And my car is still sitting in the parking lot at work. I never thought I'd miss crawling into it in the morning and battling the Cumberland Hill traffic while trying to get a friggin coffee (oh God, how I miss coffee). The morning commute is a sweet thing.
I'll try that counting-of-blessings thing. Yeah yeah - nice place to live, people who love me, stimulus check. Best co-workers ever, who miss me and send me love. Great team of committed fundraisers for the walk. Health insurance and a great doctor. For sleeping for the first time all week last night. For general's chicken from Asia last night. And my froggy momma, who has brought me tissues, food, movies, books, pills, a ride to the doctor, and hugs for my germy hide.
Don't hate me for still loving my life.
I'll try that counting-of-blessings thing. Yeah yeah - nice place to live, people who love me, stimulus check. Best co-workers ever, who miss me and send me love. Great team of committed fundraisers for the walk. Health insurance and a great doctor. For sleeping for the first time all week last night. For general's chicken from Asia last night. And my froggy momma, who has brought me tissues, food, movies, books, pills, a ride to the doctor, and hugs for my germy hide.
Don't hate me for still loving my life.
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