sick shelby is sick. i’ve lost about 7 pounds in two days and i’m miserable.
but tomorrow i’ll be well enough to go back to work and that makes me happy.
i already miss working. i need to be productive or i lose my mind.
but here’s me, in all my sick glory, not caring what you have to say about my appearance because, even when deathly ill, i’m happier than i’ve ever been with my life.