Fever

I am hot, I am cold. I feel like a steaming pile of runny dookie. Fucking swollen lyph nodes. Fucking job market. Fucking economy. Fucking neti pot of accidental drowning while standing in the bathroom. Fucking February.

I must be sick, I am giggling like the village idiot while watching The Pacifier, is it wrong that I am smitten with Vin Diesel, or is it the fever.