…but I’m sick. Like, the kind of sick that makes you hate everything except blankets. The kind of sick that makes you yell at your dog and burst into tears because you feel bad for doing so. So, the recap is delayed until all that is over. Because if I gave it to you right now, it would be like:
“Something stupid,” I said, doing something stupid and gazing stupidly at Chedward.
Uuuuuuuuurgh why are the kleenexes all the way over there? You guys, PITY ME.
And no one wants that. I’m going to take a handful of expired prenatal vitamins, because I’m a mature and responsible adult who only tries to prevent getting sick after I’m sick, and probably do a lot of fetal-position crying. As soon as people stop holding up crosses at the sight of my pale, sickly face, I’ll have a recap for you.
