i have been stuck inside for three days, sick. i feel like a deadbeat father because my son has been wanting to play all day and i just laid around like a sick dog; except, instead of a sick dog i'm a sick dad. but as it always goes, i felt better at the end of the day; it always seems as though no matter how sick you are, the morning is always the worst and by nightfall, you feel like you were never sick.
now, at this point, it's night fall and i feel great. now that i have laid around for almost four days strait, i feel i wasted almost a whole week of days. sitting around for such a long time i had a lot of time to think. i remember when i was younger i was always journaling and writing and drawing and blogging (if live journal is considered a blog) and lately i have done nothing to escape.
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