MHA #10- Friday afternoon

Kitty was still telling herself she wasn't sick. Sure, she had all the signs of a cold and had been resorting to taking over the counter medicine, but she was still telling herself that that was a preventative measure, because mind over matter or something. And see, she'd even brought paperwork home with her from Caritas two days ago so it wouldn't be like she was missing work at all. Said work was sitting ignored and untouched on the coffee table while she was curled up on the sofa with a blanket and some awful Syfy movie on because the remote had fallen on the floor and getting it was going to be more work than Kitty was willing to put in.

Okay, so maybe she was a little bit sick. And a lot wishing she was telekinetic.


[For that guy!]