I'm sick. I can't stand it. I just want someone to bring me some OJ, some good drugs and take care of me. I'm blaming these cooties on DE. I know it's his fault. I just can't prove it yet. Oh I loathe being sick. I'm an awful sick person. I'm like a wimpy man who cries and complains the entire time. My throat is dry. My nose is stuffed and starting to get raw. I can't close my mouth when I eat because then I can't breath. Heck, I don't even want to cook anything and will sit all day and not eat. I should've relaxed today, but I had homework and stuff to get done and if I wasn't doing that all I wanted to do was clean. I haven't quite grasped the concept of sitting still. I need to be moving.
Oh goodness, my throat is now starting to get itchy and irritated...please...please...please put me out of my misery. PLEASE.
Other than that, life is alright I suppose.
I must go clean up the kitchen and try to lay in bed and sleep. I need some juice.
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