I’m still looking though.
And that, my friends, is the POINT.
I’m still looking though.
And that, my friends, is the POINT.
But the feeling drives me fearfully into action. I *can’t* weep; there’s no *time*, and anyway, what do you have to cry about?
But the feeling drives me fearfully into action. I *can’t* weep; there’s no *time*, and anyway, what do you have to cry about?
Started the weekend (Friday night) with me throwing up violently from food poisoning, and we are ending the weekend with Emily Bear having terrible diarrhea.
My. Tummy. Hurts. (It’s the anxiety.)
Started the weekend (Friday night) with me throwing up violently from food poisoning, and we are ending the weekend with Emily Bear having terrible diarrhea.
My. Tummy. Hurts. (It’s the anxiety.)
I feel hungry, but I’m working on homework. If I switch tasks, I’M DOOMED.
I feel hungry, but I’m working on homework. If I switch tasks, I’M DOOMED.