oh my god I feel so gross right now. I hate being sick. I hate not having someone to coddle me. I hate that I have to do shit tomorrow and I know that I'm going to have a hard time doing it. I have to write some cover letters still. STILL! I fucking hate doing this shit. I need to make cover letters for the petstore, the mall job and then go around with many more resumes and just hand them out. I have to dress up. I have to cover the hickey on my neck that my boyfriend gave me (the thought of which turns me on) and I have to put on makeup to look pretty and play the part of some ditz moron who can not be too smart for a stupid job.
then I have to go to Spanish class and pretend that it doesn't hurt to talk and that being outside is really OKAY. And then. THEN. Hopefully I can go to my boyfriend's house. Sit down with him and just have him cuddle me.