I’m sick. I know it. I feel like I could melt wax on my forehead.
So why won’t the dumb thermometer admit my temp is higher than 97.7?
And why the hell do I care? I know I’m sick. I don’t need some stupid piece-o-crap to tell me so. The facts are I feel like crap, can’t put two sentences together on Flame, didn’t eat for twelve hours and didn’t care…I know I’m sick.
I guess I’m trying to out-stubborn the damned thing. How bright is that?
Have I mentioned I’m stupid when I’m sick?
Blah.