I hate how you can't get pseudoephedrine in Washington State any more without going up to the prescription counter. Stupid meth labs.
I'm still sick. I can't talk and walking four blocks to the store exhausts me. I have no appetite and average about five hours of sleep a night. I can't not work because I'm broke. I can't go to the doctor because crazy fuckwits in this country can't understand why universal health care is a good idea. (I do not have private insurance through my job.)
Bleah.
So, no good blogs from me until I feel less terrible.
