my condition continues to degenerate. i fear that if you come looking for me tomorrow you will find me a grave woman. i’m thinking of paying someone $39 to rub vicks vapo rub on my chest and to make me some tea with honey and lime.
but, before i perish from this earth struck down in my prime by the nastiest of cold germs, i will tell you this one thing. weezer’s “only in dreams” is giving me the strength to make it through this day. and i’m thinking that maybe, if i play it over and over and over and over and over again that i might find the will to go on living. because, well, how much would it suck to die right before one of you sent me the red robot keyring my poor diseased soul wants so badly?