February 2003
I have the plague
And I also have the worst timing ever. Last week, would have been fine to be sick. This week, blah.
What's the difference between you and a mallard with a cold?
One's a sick duck...I can't remember how it ends, but your mother's a whore.
I don't know why that popped into my head, but it did, so there we go. I'm tired, and my throat is sore to the point of bleeding, I think, but that was so worth it.