...to move out:
I am sick. I have been sick for four days. I've been losing my voice, I have a constant post nasal drip, and I throw up two or three times a day, usually in the morning/early afternoon when I get out of bed. (No, I'm not pregnant. The life span of a sperm cell in "the womb" is less that the amount of time I can survive without sex.) Today I threw up around 5AM and went back to bed and slept until around 1:20pm. When I did get up, I was a little sick, so I started to make my way to the bathroom. I passed Lindsey, who is moving into my spot when I move out, and she cheerfully said, "Good Morning" to me. Blaine then said, "It's not morning anymore. It's after
noon". I wanted to deck him.
If he were sick, I'd be making him homemade chicken noodle soup, not treating him like shit because he wasn't out of bed before noon. I'd probably actually be upset with him if he was out of bed before noon. I'd make him lay down with a heating pad and a quilt and a bowl of broth until he was better. It makes me so mad today.