"I made a vow to carry you home if you fall sick, if you pass out."

Je suis malade.

C'est le défaut des germes!!!

(Sigh) If you are a loyal stalker reader of my blog, doesn't it seem like I get sick every two seconds? I think so.
It's so unfair because I try so hard NOT to get sick. I mean, I'm seriously on the cusp of OCD! I wash my hands every chance that I get! That stupid commercial with the hand-washing rap lied to me.

... Maybe I should stop washing my hands. That'll show them. Those darn germs.

I don't think that I could do that though. Stop washing my hands, I mean. What can I say? I like having clean hands.

But anyway, it's time for me to blow my nose, stop complaining, and crawl back into boulder bed.