My Knickers Is Sick.

(Or at least he claims to be.
He claimed to feel icky, but when I felt him, he felt just as snuggly and delicious as usual and not icky at all, so it might be some sort of scam.)

But just in case, I locked him in the apartment today with every concievable medication, tea and pillow, and tissues in a very happyshiny box.
And sick or not, I hated to leave.
Hmmmmph!
*crosses arms*
I wanna go home.