Matters are regressing here at the LaLa
Flower says I overchippered and now that is why I am suffering a setback – my cold has gotten worse. No two ways about it. So I am laying low – real low – because I feel so low. I’ve gone through two boxes of Kleenex and so has Loca. She steals them out of the trash and rips them to shreds all over the carpet. Why I oughta….
But seriously – being sick sucks. I can’t breathe. I can’t call my sources because I sound like a ventriloquist. I can’t think because my mind is mush. So I sit at my computer in a relative stupor feeling sorry for myself.
There is nothing worse than a sick Rachel – I can’t jump and sing and move in fifty directions – I can only slug along, and blow my nose every five minutes and watch Loca steal the Kleenex out of the trash.