I would like to discuss two things. Well, not discuss that's the wrong choice of words, as you can't participate in this 'conversation.' But, anyway, the first topic shall be my sickness, and the second shall be Phil.

Please hold while I blow my nose. I am sick. Now, I don't usually get sick. Occasionally, I'll have the sniffles or a headache, but nothing debilatating. I'm not bed ridden, but I'm pretty damn close. I might have to go to a doctor. The symptoms are awful... absolutely horrible. I have not only a stuffy nose, but a drippy nose. I have a very red, tender throat, and a deep phlemy cough. Whenever I cough, I hurt my throat. Whenever I sneeze, I hurt my throat. In short, I would like to die now. Just when I blew my nose, there was blood on the tissue. I have no appetite and I haven't been eating normally. It's lasted well over a week, but today is particularly bad. As was last wednesday.

So, I didn't go to school today, and I'm positive that this pushes me over in several classes. Don't even get me started on this. It's the fucking red plague.

Also, on Phil.

Phil, please note that Sam and I are both happy for him, but he's being an asshole. A genuine asshole. Every single thing that he's ever criticized about my sex life he is now committing and condoning. I won't go into specifics, but it's really sad.

He's changed so much for this kid.

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