I stretched my arm above the blanket and reached for a piece of tissue. As I surveyed the streaks of blood in the disgustingly-large amount of mucus I blew from my nose, I remembered that the doctor was not alarmed.
"So I should not be alarmed as well." Hence I threw the ball of tissue into the rubbish bin in a corner of my room and willed myself back to sleep after turning off the lights.
That refers to the WW tan I have on my butt cheeks, as well as the shape of my mouth. He is totally not as into me as I am into him; I have had an enjoyable date with him, however, there is simply no follow up on his end. I have pathetically comical images of me trying to thaw him in my head, but to no avail. He is really a dead horse that I should stop flogging.
More changes loomed over my head at the workplace; we will be significantly altered very soon... A part of me died when we got wind of it, looks like more of me will wilt when those changes are implemented......