The Pin Cushion Queen

Like what Tinwai said, having a fever is like strucking lottery. And i won myself the Golden Ticket (Read: MC) today after visiting Mr Doc. Ended up with a voice that sounds like a man, or worse, a croaking toad, and a fever that refuse to subside. I feel like there's 10 hands pulling my hair for the entire day. All i could do was mopping around the house, on my bed rolling most of the time. And i think i have slept enough hours to cover up for the sleeping hours i've lost since January. Hooray but no hoorays. I still feel so haggard and tired. My eyebags never look so sexy before. Horrors

Last night was bad. One of those nights that makes you want to watch Grey's and cry yourself to sleep. The virus was attacking and my whole body felt so terrible, and it's not helping that i'm pms-ing. Haha. When i woke up this morning at 530, a sinister kind of Happiness weaved over me, cos i knew i do not have to go to school. Double cheers, although i feel like shit the whole day.

Ahh.
Someone please perk me up. Maybe i should turn to some tlc from some Tv watching tonight. I need some Comedy. Laugh the Sickness or more appropriately the Shitness away.

Ahhh.