Dear Mr. Virus:
Okay, I get it. You win. You are the MAN. You are all-powerful.
I am but a weak and pathetic loser. I am completely incapable of fighting you off.
You are impervious to any combination of drugs available over the counter.
I will not attempt to battle with you any more. I will just lie here (or, actually, sit here, since lying down makes me cough and choke) and wait for you to go away. I will keep trying to breathe, since you make my asthma really bad, and pray that you do not turn into pneumonia, like you did last time.
If you could please think about starting to move out soon, I would really appreciate it. Pack your bag, call a cab - something - because you depress me. And I really don't need that right now.
In the meantime, I salute you. You kicked my ass.
Out of the Mouth of Babes. Again.
15 hours ago