Saturday, August 29

i am sick and tired of being, sick and tired.


what is sickness anyway? i mean.. people call it a bug. a virus. a disease. today i am occupied with the common cold or hay fever. curse columbus. but really. it got me thinking, is sickness really a bug? like a little ant trying to escape out of someone elses body organs and come stampeding through mine? can you imagine strange little green cells floating through my perfectly fine blood stream, grabbing onto everything in its sight. for what reason? just to make you absolutely miserable.

How did being sick even get started? who was the first person to ever be born and then just have some blood cell flip out? transform into some mutant thing that decides to play through your nasal valves and somehow make you want to nap all day long. then it decides that your body is boring and with in twenty four hours it has trasferred onto some poor innocent bystander. it is strange i tell you. i just want this stupid bug to begone. you never value health, until after you've encountered sickness.

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