I haven't left my house since Thursday evening. I still can't breathe and still have a fever. And one of my cats just POOPED IN MY BED. Next to my pillow. This means one of the following:
1) The cat is sick
2) This is some type of coded message telling me they are sick of my presence around these parts and I need to leave and also stop blowing my nose so loudly.
The Gods LOVE me. I'm going back to rocking back and forth in the corner bemoaning my state and trying to figure out how I pissed off the universe so badly. Oh and also change my sheets and try to figure out how to boil my mattress.