I just saw a cat chase a bird across the yard.

I feel pretty remote. A ghostly princess in a tower of illness.

'Cept most princesses in stories don't go about hacking their lungs up in unladylike spasms, blowing ghastly slime out their noses and sweating through 3 shirts a night.

Actually last night was better. I only had to change shirts once.

But I'm just so damn tired and my poor boy is sick too-this goddamn bug got into his ear and his papa called me(I was barely conscious) to say he had to take him to the emergency this weekend.

Fuck. One of the worst things about split custody is knowing your little boy is real sick and you can't even hold him 'cause he's way the fuck out in fucking Woodinfuckingville.

Bah.

Well he'll be back today and I managed to get up and take a shower so I don't LOOK like a total death hag even though I still sound like one.

Wonder if that cat ate that bird?