I’m running a temperature so high, I could prob’ly burst combustible things into flame within 3 feet of me.
…And my throat hurts.
…And my nose is all stuffy.
This all happened within the last three hours or so.
Until now I have made it through half the castie colds, and people’s at work successfully. Even the ones I mack on and share sweat with, on stage.
I am on my 3rd Airborn before finally going to bed.
I refuse to have a cold on my fucking birthday.
…Or the entire final week of the show.
…Or the auditions for the next one.
But I will admit, that at the moment, I feel like total crud.
…Which will be magically fixed by morning.
…Because I say so.
My skin hurts.
I want my pillow.
…At least the Airborn is the orange kind.
Like Tang.
…So I can be like a famous space-exploring astronaut.
…In my cold-med, drug-induced dreams.
So, suck it: cold!
I’ll be all moon walking in a minute! And you can’t come!
~D
