Why must I be sick? Do I look like the kind of person who loves to lay around the house moaning and blowing my nose? The answer to both of those questions is: No. Yes, yes, I know that "no" cannot really be an answer to the first question, but I couldn't find an appropriate answer so I just decided to keep that one.
Aside from blowing my nose, I seem to have been worrying my head off. So far I haven't worried enough for it to actually fall off or anything, but it's getting close, let me tell you, it is definitely getting close. I hate tests. But that seems to be the thing that I must do more and more often as I grow older. When do I get to be the age where I get to say, "no more tests! I have had enough!"
Well, my mouth is itching, my nose is plugged, I see the world in a sort of eery haze, my ears need to be unplugged, and I think it is about time to take my medication. I will leave you to ponder the meaning or life...or why people should have to blow their nose every time they sneeze.
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