Yep.

Yep.

Sharks DO cry…especially when they realize at 2:42 a.m. that no amount of cold&flu medication, hot compresses, asprin, and even homemade hot chicken soup (thanks Sis) will make me well enough to go to the last day of

MONSTERPALOOZA.

I go. It’s a THING.

But there is no way I can make it.

Weak as a babeh kitten and no rest…nope.

Not gonna go.

And I’m pissed, whiny, bitey….but mostly….

Just sad.

Salty tears. Salty. Taste them.

thanks to Geoffrey Snyder​ for this lovely picture of mah pain and sorrow face.