it's a problem

I am so lazy. Sometimes I amaze myself at just how lazy I can be. Like right now, I just want to sit and do nothing and I know I could do that for hours. The problem is that I don't see that as sin. Hmmm.

Today, I'm in a lot of pain. My chest hurts whenever I breathe out, my back and left leg are killing me (I slipped on the ice tuesday) and one of the lymphnodes on my leg is so swollen that i almost cry when I move wrong. I hate that. Hate it hate it hate it. And it makes me all sorts of whiny. But on the other hand, I desperately don't want anyone to know about it. Why do you suppose that is? It's not my fault that I hurt...hmmm. Well I guess I'm telling you guys so that it's out there.