Death At One's Elbow

Whenever I get sick, I become a melodramatic whiny sucky baby.

Ready? Steady? Go!

• This suuuuucks! Why can't I swallow?
• Please bring me some juice. Someone? Anyone?
  
• I hate...things!
• Juice?
  
• How is it possible to be hot AND cold and the same time?
  
• If I die from this, please cremate me and spread my ashes on the lake by that pretty white gazebo in Kingston, ON.
• If you could be playing Love's "You Set The Scene" while doing so, that would be keen.
• Juice! Now!
• Come and find me, Sweet Death! Rescue me from sore throat and coughing and sniffles and ear crackles and muscle owies!
• Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

(Now playing: coughing)