Sickness is felt, but health not at all...

So, after writing my account of Swine flu, I'm kinda out of things to say.

I'm contemplating writing about myself yet again but I always feel so self absorbed when I do. Not a nice feeling or quality to possess.

Then again, what do I care? Every single bloody time I log into Facebook I see countless status updates complaining of ills and frets. I don't particularly want to know if you've had a dream that you were dead and now you're really sad about it. Or if your new found hobby is to complain about illness/diseases you really do not have.

If you are remotely normal, you would probably only mention you are contagious, so we know to keep away from you. However, since Swine flu is around...everyone is ill. Is the cough you've had for the last two months now deadly and about to kill your friends and family? No? Then shut up.

I can't say I haven't done it in the past...not that I can remember, but I don't do it every status update. If you are one of these people...look at the comments your "friends" leave you. If it's a "get well soon" kinda thing, lap it up, enjoy and move on. If it's a sarcastic comment or an attempt at sarcasm, STOP. You may love the attention but I can say that most of us really do not.

I really do use this space to rant waaaay too much..

Anyway, moving on...

I want to do something tomorrow, but I have no idea what. If you have any ideas...do share. Was supposed to be road tripping it with Marc but his car died. Only a lil' bit dead, but still...Sad times. I'm secretly hoping it's going to rain tomorrow because at least then I know no one else will be having fun on the road on their way to Brighton.

And before you all complain that I'm a miserable bitch...


...I've never denied it.

Peace out skorkleburtums. xoxo