I hate being sick.
I love being loved at even my worst. Thanks for being mad at me just to get me to stay at home to rest. Thanks for taking the day off from work to be, well, my caregiver. Thanks for tolerating my constant whining with love-filled smiles.
Though I am comfortable with solitude, having to hear only just the laptop keys and running vehicles outside under a beautiful day just sucks.
In the meantime, I’ll just amuse myself with pictures from online shops in Facebook. Reminds me of the days when I used to watch home tv shopping and the face off between Iglesia ni Cristo and Ang Dating Daan.
What to buy for breakfast when everything tastes the same?