Ew. I'm sick. Ew.

I'm having spastic coughing fits everywhere. My dad says I sound like hell.

SATAN BE ALL UP IN MY LUNGS, FUCKIN' THE SYSTEM, BITCH.

I swear, I'm gonna have such sweet abs from coughing so much. Either that or I'll end up hacking a lung out onto the classroom floor tomorrow in class.
"Oh, mon dieu! Qu'est-ce que c'est ça?" ÇA C'EST L'ANATOMIE. DESSINER! MAINENANT!

But ew. It's horrible. It hurts to cough because my throat is all raw.

It doesn't help that my dad pretty much forced tea down my throat yesterday night.
"YOU. MUST GET BETTER. NOW. DRINK THE FUCKING PEPPERMINT TEA."
"BUT DA-HGGLLLTHHHHH" *is burned by monstrously hot tea*

And now, I can't really taste. c:

Parental skillz, he has them.

MEANWHILE, IN SCHOOL-LANDIA:

It is crunch time for art projects. Ew. Ew ew ew. It's horrible enough that I'm sick and still have to go to school, but it's pretty much a boot in the gonads when your teachers tell you to complete 3 art projects for the art show next week. One art project of mine is due tomorrow (which I'm done), and 2 more at the end of the week, one of which I haven't even started yet. WHOOPEE.

When I feel more up to it (a.k.a. less stressed and less sick and disgusting) I shall give details about DETHKLOK in concert. TRULY AN EPIC NIGHT IN WHICH I AM SHOVED AGAINST A FENCE WITH PEOPLE THAT I DON'T REALLY KNOW FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT. I fucking loved it. No lie.

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EDIT.

MY CAT. HE FUCKING CAN'T JUMP. HE TRIED TO JUMP UP ONTO THE COMPUTER DESK. AND HE FAILED. AND GUESS WHAT. HE GRABBED ONTO MY LEG AND HELD ON WITH HIS CLAWS TO KEEP FROM FALLING TO THE GROUND.

NOW MY LEG FUCKING STINGS AND IS BLEEDING. AND I'M SICK. AND BEING FORCEFED TEA AGAIN.

MY LEFT LEG LOOKS FUCKING DISGUSTING RIGHT NOW. I AM SUCH A LUCKY GIRL.