I'm sick, and we all know what that means.
Maybe not.
Well, I typically get sick every six months, am bed-ridden, and sink into sadness.
It's terrifying.
The apprehension and fright of alienation breaks my heart.
Plus I had plans last night tonight and tommorow, and am having to cancel them.
That pains me.
Socially, I'm not sure what it will take for me to be secure in my friendships, longeivity, I suppose.