imagine christmas wishes shooting out of your eyes

i would not like them here or there.
i would not like them anywhere.
i would not like green snot and headaches, damn.
i do not like them sick i am.

i know i know. it doesn't rhyme. but i'm sick! i'm entitled to some bad poetry.

caved in and went to the clinic. i usually refuse to get medicine unless i need an MC for school or work. or if i need to convince my parents that i'm actually sick and don't want to go to school.

sick i am
i am sick
i am sick
sick i am

discovered that esteban is not ideal to make a quick escape in cause the door handles are really difficult to open. as experienced tonight trying to rush into the car and avoid getting mugged outside the clinic at 11.30 pm.

thought there'd be some deep dark fascinating secret about dr seuss. but nope, just plain old boring political cartoon drawing children's writer.