I have a grammar exam on Thursday. I should be studying right now. Instead I am curled up on the couch in something resembling a fetal position, whimpering everytime I cough.
I'm constipated again. And on top of that I have my period. I am reduced to a whimpering, pitiful mass on a couch, waiting for mom and dad to come pick me up. Not even my new shirt (glaringly yellow with big, pink block letters spelling out OH MY GOD) has the power to cheer me up.
All because of - methinks at least - some stupid milk.