Music: Smother Me - The Used
It is 10 to 11. My room suddenly seems bigger than usual.
It's 10 to 11pm and I'm wrapped up in my covers. My hands freeze while I type the words out. My vision is blurred by the throbbing pain in my head that started about 3 hours ago. My breath is hot and uncomfortable.
So this is what it's like being sick.
It's been a while since I caught any form of virus or bacteria. Honestly, it sucks. I have so many things due tomorrow and I've not gotten any form of productive work done. There goes my entire credibility. Hopefully the panadol I downed will be able to work some miracle on me tonight. Plus, I don't want to end up looking like a walking piece of vegetable when I go out tomorrow.
Great timing you have, Mr. Fever. I guess the beer and rain the other day didn't work out so well.
