The worst part about being sick is that I don't want to do anything. I've become the village leper that crawls out of my hole only when I need to make more tea.
What I need to do (and normally would want to do):
-finish Eating Animals
-laundry
-pack
-work on my article
-work in my sketchbook
-break out the watercolors
-go for a walk
What I've done:
-watched Midnight in Paris (again)
-worked my way through a tissue box
-drank my way through a box of tea
-stared at my feet for an hour
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