I'm dying
I have the plague. I have a fever so even though to others I feel warm to them, I'm still shivering like a maniac. I also have a wicked (yes I'm from Boston..... Well, not actually but I wish I was. Boston is my spirit animal.) cold so it gives me a headache (the snit builds up in my nasal cavities and puts pressure on them). I have an awful dry cough and because of that I have a sore throat. Last night my cold was so bad and my nose was running so fluently that I thought my nose was bleeding.
So I'm dying.
But anyway, I have a TON of art (but sadly not my part of our art trade, Mr. Crimson) because I was productive. First, I made two drawings and a wolf tutorial for the girls that I talked about in last chapter.
I fixed the lopsided cheek in this one
Sorry if you can't read my handwriting, it's much easier to see IRL
but other than that I'm just sitting at home being miserable. Tomorrow I'm going to my cousin's graduation thing which should be a chore because I'm dying.
My life is so much fun! I hate being sick.
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