Kill Me, PLease
May 17th, 2005 06:31 pmI don't know if I've told you about the pact I have with my body. It tries its best to not get sick during the school year, and I try not to complain too much if it gets sicks during the summer break. Well, it almost always cashes in...
I feel cfrappy. (So crappy I'm not correcting any mistakes I make now.) And I don't think it's the jet ;lag. I think I'c getting a cold. I can hardley speak because of my throat huting and noew the soarness is creeeping atrounf to the rest of my head. I want to cry. It's not the worst thing that could happeen, yeah, but I'm cetainly not loving it.
*wants to die*
This may hamper posts about my trip. Stupid, stupif body.
See how many mistakes aI make whenb I don't type posts into Word first? Oy.
I feel cfrappy. (So crappy I'm not correcting any mistakes I make now.) And I don't think it's the jet ;lag. I think I'c getting a cold. I can hardley speak because of my throat huting and noew the soarness is creeeping atrounf to the rest of my head. I want to cry. It's not the worst thing that could happeen, yeah, but I'm cetainly not loving it.
*wants to die*
This may hamper posts about my trip. Stupid, stupif body.
See how many mistakes aI make whenb I don't type posts into Word first? Oy.