Okay, I was really ready to ask someone to just off me already. Then Hero, who is not a lapdog and like most boys likes to sit about a foot away from you, decided to jump on my lap and cuddle with me for a whole half hour. Doggy-kiss bliss. Then I checked my cell phone and had a hysterical message there from my Best Gay missing me, and then another from a guy I like. Okay, feeling a little more special and less alone and miserable with the flu. Maybe I don't need to go hire a hooker to hold me and tell me everything's going to be okay. We'll see how bad it gets tonight. I still reserve the right to walk down to the boulevard and find someone who will pet my hair. Though I could probably talk my Best Gay into that AND feeding me chocolate. For free.
Oh, and I was feeling really weird about bursting into tears a few hours ago because my body hurt so much, but then Ironwoman Brenda told me she cried from the pain too, and that I'm just two days behind her symptoms and will be feeling somewhat human again soon. Thank god. I really can't abide being weak. The self-loathing almost hurts more than the chills and body ache. And for that viewpoint, I totally blame Mom.