8 dpo

I'm sick. I'm so sick. I can't breathe, I have a fever. And a sister that has overstayed and just told me that she probably needs to stay another week because her weekend plans were never really cemented and fell through.

She just said to me "Shouldn't you be writing?" This is probably a fevered overreaction, but I want to rip her face off. Shouldn't you be getting the fuck out of my house? I'M SICK. YOU'RE HERE. CUT ME SOME SLACK. Shouldn't you have an apartment and job by now?

I'm being hysterical sick person. I realize I'm cranky. Maybe that's a pregnancy symptom masked by my cold. Maybe I'm delusional. And I'm absolutely sensitive about the writing thing.

Whatever. I've locked myself in my room and plan on staying here for the next couple of hours. I need a life.