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Poor Pete is really sick. He never gets sick like this. We also usually don’t see each other much during the week and going to his house and not being able to touch him in fear of his plague was both awful and pathetic. I’m probably still going to get sick but WHATEVER I DID IT FOR LOVE.
I am forever blessed.
Also, god i hate being sick. It happens like once a year and i fucking loathe it. I’ve never been good at being left out: i try to wring every last drop of nectar out of life. Being trapped indoors and physically unable to get up feels like such a waste of time.
Being alone and sleeping four whole days away is worse to me than any torture, I’ve read two books, watched countless hours of tv and done nothing but feel sorry for myself. I can’t wait to get back to work on monday.