This water is the only thing keeping me alive right now and it hurts to even swallow it. Please someone save me from this probably-tonsillitis-or-demons-stabbing-me-repeatedly-all-over-my-body-could-be-either-one-really illness.
I got bored, so I henna'd the first couple stansas of my favorite poem on the sole of my foot. Now I really have to pee but if I get up I'll smudge it. Maybe I should try that 'thinking things through' thing I've heard so much about.
