Sick

Made this to get my mind off the fact my throat feels like I swallowed a baby porcupine. The sad part is, I can't tell how many of the kleenex around my bed are from being sick, and how many are from watching Toy Story 3.

I never fail to get sick on spring break. Perhaps it's a good thing this is my last one, ever?

(For curious minds- yes, my bed does have a built in shelf. And yes, every DVD/book I own sits atop of it. So instead of counting sheep to fall asleep, I guess I can count DVD box sets?)