People With Leprosy, I Feel Your Pain

But not like that! {A cymbal makes a cymbal noise) FARTS!

So this morning, after I finished watching the same episode of "America's Most Smartest Model" that I am watching as I type this (Shut up! Why do you watch it?) I realized that I really didn't feel well. Congestion and a headache and a sore throat and a C******** art project to do. The Perfect Storm of early-December illnesses.

So after I finished watching some Tila and some dykes talk about their vaginae (Maybe?) I took a bath. Yes, I, Id A, intelligent college-bound blogger student artist awesome-propagator, took a bath like an average four year-old. I FEEL SICK! And, Parents A were at the mall because thats the life they have now. Doing Christmas shopping. Together. All day. On a Sunday. Needless to say, the bath took an hour and did not work.

I went to see if there was any medicine in the house. Just stuff for if your shit is watery. Ick. That won't help this. I don't eat that much Chipotle.

I went to get some food because maybe that was all I needed. Because after the unfamous Migraine? of October 2007, I am convinced food can do wonders. Ben and Jerry's made my vision straight and brought my fever down. Who needs doctors? Needless to say, a Ceasar salad does not have the same curative powers as ice cream.

So now, I sit here, sniffle city. I'm planning on getting hot chocolate tomorrow and I hope the people at my usual Dunk don't judge me for that and tell Dad A. This is my drive for waking up tomorrow. That, and what promises to be an awesome art class. Also, I'll be carrying tissues around with me all day. Because I am eighty years young. And you say shit like that at that age.