Sick

I am ill. Even iller than usual.

I am burning with fever, coughing my lungs up, and my head is about to explode. Or possibly my eyes will fall out. Everything in my body hurts. Stupid body,
It seems unfair that as soon as I stop my worst excesses, then I become sick. Where is my reward for virtue?

Meh. I can't sleep but I can't do anything useful or fun either. I never get this ill. And my mum refuses to buy me codeine. So yay, even more pain.