My body doesn’t seem to agree with me that it’s better to stay home sick on rainy days as opposed to gorgeous ones like this. The sunshine through my window just feels like it’s mocking me.
But then again, I’m not completely surprised. My body and I disagree on a lot.
You may win for now, body, but if I have anything to say about it, this will come true (or, at least, be possible) by the end of the day:
I mean, I do have dinner plans, so it’d be nice.
Let’s go, ginger ale, work your magic!