MISWALLOWINGERY

MISWALLOWINGERY

Get it? That's me, wallowing in misery this morning. I am miserably sick. I haven't breathed out of my nose in three days. I cannot get warm enough or cool enough. My head is pounding. My ears are so stuffed I can't hear well. And there are a thousand tiny men with a thousand tiny swords stabbing me in the throat. Oh, wait, maybe not, but I swear that is what it feels like.

Someone please come shoot me and put me out of my misery.