Ugh. I'm sick, again.

Normally it's no cup of tea, but it's worse somehow when you live alone. I love living by myself, and if Troy still lived here I have no doubt I'd be miserable, but it's always nice to have someone bring you a glass of apple juice, or check on you every so often. When I get sick it's rarely casual. I always seem to get the full-force-stay-in-bed-or-die types of illness. The kind that makes you not want to shower, eat, or continue breathing for at least four days. Who will heat up my chicken soup? or make the couch a comfy nest for me to fall into and watch Buffy all day? Me? Oh that sucks.

That is one good thing I can say about Troy. He may have been a finiancial drain, he may have gotten so drunk he fell out of the bed all the time, but at least when he did things for me it was out of genuine concern for my well being, not out of any distorted sense of obligation. If there is one word I haaaaate, it's "Obligation". That's just the ironic part. He really loves me, still. But is so fantastically screwed up that I know us being together is wrong in just about every way. In that, I don't regret my decision. However It would be nice to have clean sheets on the bed, and hot chicken soup.

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