My throat feels like it’s being pillaged by rabid weasels.

Getting sick is a drag!
Being sick is such a drag!
But it happens.



But sick is merely a state of mind,
I have things to keep my brain happy even if my body isn't.
I tell myself I’m sick, and I feel worse.
I tell myself it’ll pass, and I feel better.



I should be back to normal very soon... or at least I hope to be.