Summer Sniffles

I forever question my inability to go a whole month without getting sick. Yes, i understand i have anaemia and yes, i understand i have a delapidated immune system. But honestly? I do everything a health-abiding freak should, i get rest, i moisturise,i cleanse, i eat plenty of fruit, i drink well. If i get one more runny nose or sore throat i'm gonna run straight to the noose so i can hang by it. I've sniffed so much my head is permantly held in a snobby posture and my head hurts from all the sharp inhalations and coughing that is sure to have rattled whatever contents it contains.

I've left the house for work at 3.30am the past couple days and not got home 'til 5.30pm. I feel like a slave to the working man's day, i miss using college as an excuse to neglect hard labour, yet want to to nourish the fruit of my loins with out the picking. I'm just picky, i want to have my cake and eat it. Even all this metaphorical use of food suggests i'm a greedy bitch, if only for a small fortune to spend plenty of dollar in the sunshine state.

I'm sorry for my ramblings, i'm tired, in a state of disillusion that is ache-induced, and i have small tasks yet to be completed that work just gets in the way of. I asked someone how he liked his plums today. I win.
12 days? you fucking bet it is.