Words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head.

I hate being sick. I guess that is kind of stupid to say because who actually likes being sick? When I am home sick time feels like time is stretched or moving at half speed. Sounds seem distant for the most part and feeling well is nothing but a thought or rather a wish that won't come true soon enough. Ampersand has been keeping me company. It's like she knows I feel like shit and she wants to change that. She does even if it's momentarily. Best fucking cat ever.