Over the last couple days, a cold has been brewing within me. I thought it was coming last week but I like to think I fought it off with my mind power since Carlin’s wedding was that weekend, and I refused to be hacking up a lung during the ceremony. But today I have hit the low point. I woke up feeling like…well…death. A recent development is that my throat is scratchy and therefore I have begun to lose my voice.
Who I wish I sounded like:
Who I actually sound like:
Death cold—be gone so I can sleep in peace.