Happy birthday to my cold
Happy birthday to my cold
Happy birthday to my colllllllllllld
Happy birthday to my cold.
It’s been four weeks since my cold landed.
I do wish it would fuck off again.
In the last four weeks I have produced enough snot to power an entire junior school for six months.
I am a veritable snot factory.
Bastard fucking cold.
I took it to Spain, hoping it would rub off on something.
It didn’t.
Bastard fucking cold.
Again.
Oh.
I get the keys to my new house later today.
And I have a cold.
Still.