Tell me about it. We were supposed to be celebrating my birthday today, but last night at work, I started coming down with ****ing strep or something. Wtf? My throat is killing me, my head is throbbing and is also, by the way, the size of a Buick - it feels like it anyway - I have a fever, and I think I'm pretty sure I wanna die.
My only solace is this place and Rob's pretty face.
Oh, and tongue porn!
Oh, Rob.
I'll swallow down a few gulps of Robitussin and we'll get drunk together, NT.