Stay-in-Bed Lady

My stomach is constantly gurgling and I can no longer tell if I’m hungry, digesting, or pooping. That’s bad, right?

Why hello red wine that tastes like vinegar! I am having a bad day, how did you know?

Wherever I go, cats seem to be staring at me.

My stomach is full of the driest pizza I’ve had in ages. Ages! Ever heard of sauce, people?

I stopped taking allergy pills when I stopped leaving the house. So whoever brought these pretty flowers in clearly wanted me to suffer.

Why is it that pimples always seem to develop right before photo taking opportunities are about to take place?

Oops. I guess homail is very different than hotmail. Oh, typos.

Gross. I just pulled out a white hair that had the texture and near-thickness of dental floss.

Bock cervesa es muy sabrosa.

So hungry yet so lazy to seek food. Seems to be a common theme in my “life” these days.