Passover has started, not liking it already. I seem to have contracted some form of bubonic plague. I hurt all over, and all I want is for it to go away. The only thing I feel bad about this Passover, is subjecting Richard to it. I hate it beyond belief, I can only imagine how someone who has no idea what's going on feels, especially all the shitty ass food.
I hurt, and all I want is to be taken care of.
Fat chance of that, at the rate I've been going, I'll be lucky if someone cares.