There Is No Mercy For The Weak

Current Song: "Dog On Fire" -- The Daily Show

Oh my God, I woke up sick this morning and it's all been downhill from there. It feels quite a bit like my throat is filled with pebbles and when I cough it feels like they've broken holes through my trachea and filled my life with misery. I have to go in to work tomorrow at least long enough to convince Therese that I'm far too sick to present that paper on Saturday.

Oh God, coughing is so painful. I have a headache behind my right eye and I'm the warmest I've ever been. I desperately wish someone would either come over here and kill me or come over here and do my laundry. Or both, you know, whatever.

My throat, my throat, oh God my life.