I am feeling ridiculously sick. My throat is sore, my head aches, and I have a cold that refuses to go away. I have a feeling fever might be on its way now. I'm no hypochondriac, I don't generally talk about ill-health, but right now, I feel so ill I want to stay in bed all day.
It's raining outside, and the sound of the raindrops falling is strangely soothing. I'd like to go for a walk, but of course that's out of the question. I'm craving Hot and Sour Soup right now. And Pan Fried Momos. And perhaps some Chocolate Cake, fresh out of the oven.
I want to go shopping. For random stuff. For spiral-bound notebooks, for pens that write in purple and green, for photo-frames. I want to see my friends, I want to talk random rubbish and laugh till my sides hurt.
I want to see my brother. I want to buy that MAD magazine Collector's Edition I saw at Starmark on Friday. I want to paint my nails pink.
I want entirely too much right now. And I don't like being ill. Damn it.
P.S. - I'm sick, so please ignore the rather bad writing.