sick, real sick.

i’m in my bedroom, shades drawn, toilet-paper-as-tissues all over the bed, robotussin, pepto, gingerale, ricola, and some throat spray is on my night stand.

my eyes keep tearing and my bird cage is rattling.

rattler.

i am 6th grade sick.

even the sas is feeling empathy towards me.

sauce just came here and gave me magic soup.

also some gingerale that i thought was my stomach making noise but it was the gingerale bubble; freaked out.

eh.

i’m going to close my periscopes for a bit and try and sleep this junk away.

junk, garbage, bales of hay.

~ by ninamazing on November 4, 2009.