I have a confession to make:
When it comes to sickness, I am a wuss.
I seriously hate being sick, so much.
I hate missing school.
I hate having to get someone to cover your shift.
I hate headaches.
I hate it when it hurts to move your eyes.
I hate how moving your body becomes an ache.
I hate stuffy noses.
I love drugs.
I am thankful for my advil, my nyquil, my cold FX and my multi-vitamins, but alas, no orange juice in the house, how unfortunate.
Holy carpe diem!
I just used the word 'alas'.
I really must be sick!
Goodnight!
J
