I am sick. Literally. I am tired. Literally. And I am very, very hurt by the way various people have behaved over how apparently badly I botched everything with the lake stuff over this weekend and next, from all the whining I’ve gotten. All the things I love about tweeting with anipals have gotten stomped on repeatedly. I can’t take it. I feel so bad about it that I feel nasty in return. I had to make George leave early last night because I couldn’t stop crying over it. Today is so bad I can’t even be there to serve dinner.
George is a cheerful, sweet duck. Unfortunately the only typist he has is me, and I’m done in. He’ll be back around when I can take it again.
George: *waves wing* See yall when Typist is feeling better.