Because I've been so very very ill, my mother hasn't let me anywhere near me anywhere NEAR my baby brother. RARG.

I see his big eyes staring at me, and I feel like I have to hold him, or DIE. But I can't.



I want to eat him up.


Unfortunately, I'm still contagious, and while I am desperately wanting to cuddle him, I'd feel rotten if I let my selfish physical wants get him sick.

Hmph.





Whoops! How did that picture get in there? ARRRRG. I'm just torturing myself. Really. But he's just so perfect! And he looks very good in blue.

Maybe, I'll just remind myself that in four years, I'll be wanting to sell him to gypsies. He'll be stealing my things (or most likely destroying them), pulling my hair, making huge messes everywhere, and generally driving me out of my mind...



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Pfffft. Who am I kidding?




Four years is a long time, and I WANNA CUDDLE HIM NOW!


Well everyone, prayers for a swift (as swiftly as possible!) recovery would be infinitely appreciated!

And sorry about this totally lame and dumb post. I'm still feeling rather brain-dead, and I wanted to rant to someone who wouldn't tell me to suck it up and go take some more Vitamin C.

God bless you!