Racking up some insane health karma.
26th September 11
There’s something truly heartbreaking about waking up with your skin on fire due to some first-world wasting illness (or maybe it’s just a cold, but telling someone who’s sick that someone is sicker than them is akin to taking any empathy they have for the world straight out of them and pissing pure sulfuric acid on it), being greeted by one’s cat, and having to say “no, you can’t lick my hand, because my skin is on fire and your tongue is like coarse-grain sandpaper.”
I think McKay forgives me, but only because I scratch his bum. This is the closest I will ever get to having a normal relationship.
