still ill

Man, oh man.

Yesterday was insanely bad. Today, I'm not even gonna talk to anyone. Why? Because I think I may just lose my voice. No talkie. Only writey.

This means takeout. This means babying. This means cough medicine and ginger tea and sweating it out.

chesty cough

I'm ill. No jokes. And it bites. Bites the big one.

This means I'm actually going to go to bed at a normal hour. Rub some vick's on my chest. Take some cough medicine. And just die.

I hate being sick.

I'm actually drinking water too, as my body is craving liquids. Water is delicious. Amazing. I now love and savour my water.

We'll see how long this lasts.