I be sick, I be whiny.
I'm pretty sure a cement trucked just backed into my sinuses because my head feels like it weighs 3,000 tons. I be sick. Also, I be whiny. Pathetically whiny. You do not want me blogging right now. I'll be back soon. GOD WILLING. Because I may die. From a cold. You know, These Things Happen. Did I mention someone rear-ended my car this week and then just drove off? Waaaahh about All The Things. NYQUIL!