But I am sick. I had a 102.5 fever on Wednesday and today, it feels like someone is shoving a truck up my nose. I am buried in a veritable mound of tissues, and my brain has given up on me. My parents are like, "Oh, how much homework have you got, get started on that." Meanwhile, my body is like, "Hell no. Sit your butt down and read some depressing Johnlock." I literally was up until six last night, slept 2 hours and felt no worse than normal. I think my body is deliberately screwing with me. Help.
Also, I read this Johnlock. I cried, I was crying. Read it here, if you dare. I read it, and sobbed, and was crying, and was very sad. (Did not help with my stuffy nose.) And then I see this pic I'm all like:
'SOKAY I'M GOOD RELAX EVERYONE CRISIS AVERTED
Johnlock kissing makes everyone feel better.
Laterz…
Update: Okay, now apparently my family is staying home. WHYYOUDOTHISTOME? She's also talking to my grandma, whom I love to death (did I used that right?) but is on Facebook all the time, keeps adding me to chats with her friends (whom I don't know) and, for the life of her lovely, lovely soul, cannot understand that liking takes less than a second and is not considered posting, and one post a month does not count as a lot. I thought that was pretty rich considering she is constantly posting things. Sigh, done with my rant now.
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