coughin up misery

I love rainy, dismal days. They just have this muse-filling inspiration for me. They're the kind of days that are perfect for a brush, canvas, and assortment of acrylics.

They're also lovely for shooting my immune system into bloody bits.

No offense taken, I promise.

Everything beautiful must come with a tragedy side effect.

So, obviously, I've come down with a sore throat that is getting increasingly worse. I refuse, however, to miss one day of high school. I'm a over achiever for perfect attendance nowadays (mostly because if I miss one day, it adds up to missing three days, homework-wise). I can proudly state that I had perfect attendance last year and not one tardy.

Whoo.

So, Mr. Virus, go burn and writhe in hell. You're not getting me to bow down to your ruthless ways.