Tip of the Quill: A Journal
Sick as a dog.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. Every time I push this hard for this long I wind up getting kneecapped. I woke up this morning after tossing and turning all night with a temp of 100.4. Damn it. I am therefore spending the day in bed in an attempt to shake this off, but man does this suck. I can not afford this right now.