aaaaaaaa-sneeze

I loathe sneezing. Loathe it. Because then my eyes get all watery, my nose gets all runny, and oh yeah, I don't sneeze in that somehow cute, endearing delicate way. I sneeze and shatter ribs. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take just enough Nyquil to numb the pain in my wisdom teeth, knock me out, and kill the mini cold someone saw fit to share with me. Bitches, one and all.

Use of today's woe-con is because for the fourth day in a row I have begged for cookies and Foster's to be ordered, and for the fourth day in a row, I have woken to no cookies, and no Foster's.

*sneezes and dies*