Not sick. Well, not physically...
I’m on vacation for the first time in years this week. The problem is that I’m having trouble remembering that I’m not sick and can go out and actually do/see things.
I haven’t left the house since I went to work Friday afternoon. It’s both funny and sad.
I haven’t left the house since I went to work Friday afternoon. It’s both funny and sad.
I’ve forgotten how to be on vacation. How pathetic is that?