Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down...
And I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE MY MOTHER EFFING HEAD IS ERUPTING AND FULL OF MUCOUS AND SNOT.
And now for my encore, I shall blow my nose while simultaneously coughing up a lung....
TA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
If I were feeling better, I would remove my ass from this chair and put in a good 80's movie...but eh. The DVD's are wayyyyyyyyyy over there, and me and my blanket are here. Bah..
Kill me now.
The man gets off work in an hour...he'll bring me the Tussin and all will be ok...until then, I mope.
2 Comments:
Found your blog through BE. Love it!
I bid on your site for the week, too. I'll definitely be back!
(And hope you're feeling better!)
By
Sincerely Iowa, at February 2, 2007 at 1:16 PM
.. hey, I know you are sick and everything, but your rhyme still kicks tail.... I'm just saying.....
Eric
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Anonymous, at February 5, 2007 at 6:15 PM
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