Saturday, March 26, 2005

*eh heh* *eh heh* *hack* *hack* *splat*

The air gets wet when the seasons begin to change and my lungs fill with phlegm and blood. My forehead burns and a chill shakes my spine. My joints ache, my chest stings.
Well, hello Bronchitis. I can't say I've missed you. And you have made me much too weak to get angry with you. I mean, it was sort of polite to postpone your attack until spring break. At least now I have the luxury of spending every waking and sleeping hour in bed..er..couch.. cuddling with you until you get bored and leave. Though there are other, non-viral beings deserving this honor more.

I want some pea soup. *bawl*
posted at 2:18 PM |