Sad Day

So Matthew is pretty deathly sick which is severely inconvienent.

1) Contagious, Gabe's already had one and I'm starting to show signs.
2) Work Ethic, he's overdoesed on antibiotics and pain killers, he can't sleep cause his face hurts. I think this is vindictive. *sigh* lol
3) Finals and Midterms, I've got two finals and he's got midterms but he can't go anywhere cause he looks like a overweight chipmunk.
4) Work, how can I accept a position when Matthew looks like every breath might be his last... except for that last one... and that one... and that one...
5) Semi-permanent state, these things are reoccuring! This is bound to happen again! Seriously? Did I beat up a blind disabled albino conjoined nun in my past life? JK. There's no such thing as blind people, they're myths.

Alright, back to finish homework that should have already been submitted.


Hopefully that was sarcastic enough that everyone doesn't think I hate my husband.

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