I have a fever. Lol. With a sore throat and aching muscles to boot. I initially had this idea that being sick was nice. Because you didn't have to do any form of work and mom would always sit by your side putting a cold cloth over your forehead. . . which only lasts until you're 11.
Apparently when you're 17, cold compresses are discarded with pills taking their place. . . not that I ate any xD
On a side note, having a sore throat is nice. Its a good reason not to talk because you can't. And because my mom always makes me talk. Grin
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