nny | (no subject)

I have toddler pout of impending woe. Usually I'm, like, actively sick. Worrying about throwing up or whatever. And now I'm just. Everything hurts and I dislike it and there's nothing to distract me. And I'm trying to decide whether I can get dressed and down to the shop for some soup within twentyminutes and the answer is no but I haven't admitted it to myself yet. Fuckin' naps. I'm not supposed to leave my flat either. There's just nothing I want to eaaaat. Maybe I can suck on a hash brown or something because apparently the Tamiflu or whatever it's called will make me sick if I don't eat.

IN CONCLUSION: distract me with something? Rec a feelgood film, possibly? Or some art? I can't deal with reading.

I'm like the worst patient ever except Stephen Maturin.