I feel so bad about having a cold

Having a cold is miserable. I hate having a cold and I have one right now. I don't know where it came from, but it sends the message loud and clear: I am only human. But who really cares how human our physical bodies are? I really don't care. All I care about is getting rid of this cold and as soon as possible,so I am healthy and I feel great. I am healthy and I feel great. I am healthy and I feel great. Or something similar. How was your weekend everyone? Mine was filled with work and, well, more work. Work hard for the money, so hard for it honey, I work hard for the money and Mc Donald's and Greg Esper treat me like shit. FUcking piece of shit he is. I'm glad he'll never get the opportunity to read this because I'm delerious from the sinus pain and disoriented completely. I could be typing this on a spacecraft for all I know, but I'm typing it nonetheless. How come being sick has to be so bad? Why can't it be a good time? I'm going to make it a good time by watching porn tonight so at least I can forget about my sinuses and runny nose for at least thirty minutes. And I can use the nasal drip as lubricant. Hey! That will really make me feel better I hope. I've got to get the "toxins" out anyway. I've been drinking water all day and getting my groove back...again, so I think I might be all right in the next couple of instances of time called days. I went to college today and got fucked up the ass with bills and nowI got to go by books. FUcking books. They're so god damn expensive, I'm tempted to fucking steal them. But I won't because that's not me. ANymore. I probably could have pulled that off at Winthrop, but in Coastal, they make you put your backpack in a cubby hole and they fucking watch you like the Japanese (not trying to be racist here). So it's almost as if they are saying, "We know that if we weren't here, you'd steal every book in this place." And I"m thinking, "YOu know, if there wasn't anyone here, I bet I'd steal a few books." But not all of them. Ha, why would I steal a Risk Management book? Whatever. Well on Friday, I'll have to buy four or so books and then eventually burn them for spite after I sell them back and then take them away. Whatever. I'm full of phlegm so it's not easy to coagulate my thoughts. It's also not easy to live without a box of tissues. Isn't it funny how we hardly ever need tissues, but as soon as we're sick, we go through like a box a day? Maybe a good premise for a joke. Whatever. It's time to get some solid sack time (masturbating then sleeping) after my chamomile tea. Mmm. Chamomile makes me feel good inside.