I feel like ass.

I can’t stop coughing.

I can’t breathe without wheezing.

Every time I cough or sneeze I spit on myself and pee my pants a little bit.

I’ve run out of Kleenex.

Ooops, I mean. My body is *hack* my temple.
*cough* I am in perfect *sneeze and pee* physical, mental and emotional *wheeze* health…

I’d go to the clinic but half the people I know have this stupid bug and haven’t gotten any help from the doctor. Thing 3 went a few days ago and they told her they didn’t know what she has but prescribed her steroids and two asthma inhalers anyway.

No thanks.

And in other news, only 2 more sleeps until I leave for Boston, where I will perform (in only 4 more sleeps) in MF Daisy’s (aka Mom) Radioshow!

Speaking of which, for those of you who still want to pledge a donation to Dignity Productions, there are only 3 days left to do it. More info HERE.

In the meantime, I’m going to go strap on a diaper and do/ingest all of these things at the same time:

and take a pregnancy test. Which is probably all the doctor would do if I went to the clinic anyway…