I have Upper Respiratory Infection.

I has this many. *Holds up hands*

So, while I was drawing amazing sexness of the gods a few days ago, it's done for now.

URI was turning into bronchitis when I finally got mum to go to doc. She was like "Noooo, you're just depressed."

And I was all "NOOOO, depression doesn't cause this misery!!!"

I mean, it looked like the flu! Not seasonal blues or whathaveyou.

Oi, and the most painful headaches! I was gonna take a knife and put it through my temple to relieve the pressure!

And my right nostril hasn't been clear for a day. It's been blowing ounces of mucus. I joked to a friend that I could bottle it and sell it as lube by the gallon.

Whooo, I think the Z-pack's fuckin with my head.

That, or that I haven't eaten today. My mom decided not to come home but to put me in the doc's office, after I argued.

And I stayed in bed but for to blow a few ounces into a towel.

And I've missed 2 days, and I'll miss tomorrow. Get all caught up in time for Friday.

Funnnn.

And my dad has been leaving at 5 am and coming home at 7 pm thanks to a weird work schedule. Screw up above forgot to do this monthly check of signal lights. So I am at the mercy of my questionably mental mother.

I'm going to blow my nose and pass out while talking to my guinea pig about Whataburger.
Bye.