DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

Today is day three of seventeen that I have off of work. Ironically, my first day off was spent dealing with an anxiety attack. I was worried about squandering my precious vacation. Do you think I'm a total nutter? You should. Last night, one of my windows opened on its own will. I bet you didn't know windows had a will. They do. Anyway, the wintry air seeped in through the crack and turned the water in the cells of my staghorn fern to ice. It's all brown and sad and wilty now. Curse you Jack Frost! And that silly tart, Susie Snowflake! You killed my staghorn fern! Vengeance! Vengeance!

*Cough! Cough! Cough!*

Ack, too much shouting.