Illness isn't fun. I feel ill-y ill. Crummy. I'm wrapped in a blankie trying to pretend I'm not in pain. I feel so ill. I need a hug. I feel SO debilitated, I'm convinced I'm about to start the zombie apocalypse with my mucus. It's that bad. It hurts. I'm eating honey-nut cheerios, so now I feel better. Kinda. No.
I have learned that when you are dressed as Han Solo,you look like the baddest mofo to ever grace the earth when you run down the hall when in a mad dash to get your forgotten backpack. Yeah, I'm the one person who forgets to take her backpack. I have to much to do to remember such trivial things. Actually, I would do a lot more if not for this "sleep." I should cut it out completely, that useless waste. I START TONIGHT. :D
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