Dear flu gods,
Whatever it was that I did to upset you and cause you to shower your wrath upon my helpless immune system, I’m really really really really sorry. Please make the hurting stop and allow me to study for my ProRep class final that is looming over the horizon. I’d really like to not fail, or at least have the reason that I fail be my general ignorance as to all things ethical (or professional) rather than my inability to maintain a body temperature lower than 101 Fahrenheit and my hallucinations of Neil Patrick Harris riding a unicorn telling me to follow him for the answers.
I’m just asking for four-five days of clearheadedness and an internal body temperature of 98.6. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask for considering that…well, I really miss normal Alberto. Sick Alberto is not nearly as fun, witty, or charming as healthy Alberto. And Sick Alberto isn’t able to stay awake for longer than 4 hour time increments…this puts a dampner on operation: “study all day for finals we’re not ready for but will be if we can study all day”.
In return, I promise to sacrifice a carrot to you everyday. Or at least once a month.
Sincerely/Amen/So Say We All,
Alberto