Ack! The plague is back, and this time it brought a fever along with it just for funzies. Big jerk. To be honest the past couple weeks have been kind of a blow to the old ego since I used to claim "awesome immune system" as my one and only true talent (I can't sing, dance or tie a knot in a cherry stem using only my tongue so you know, go with what you got, right?) Anywho, here I am now curled up on the couch looking like a boss in 3 awesomely mismatched layers trying to get rid of the chills and feeling a little demoralized since it turns out my "talent" actually sucks. Basically what I'm saying is, I better start practicing that cherry stem thing and also, The Bachelor and Vanderpump Rules are both on tonight and I don't even care which means there's a good chance that none of this matters anyway because I'm actually at death's door (kidding, kidding.) And on that note I'll leave you with an awesome poem from my childhood obsession Shel Silverstein. It totally doesn't apply here, but who cares? It makes me smile.
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