it's the end of the world as we know it...and i feel like crap

i take it back. it wasn't me. whatever i did, i'm sorry. please forgive me. anything you want me to say or do consider it done. just pleeeeeeease make it stop.

i don't know what i did to deserve this painful existence. i wonder if the big man upstairs sat down with his homies and planned my slow and painful death by coughing, sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head so i can't rest medicine. nor do i know if they just threw in the achiness for shits and giggles. or maybe i'm unfairly blaming his entourage. maybe they had nothing to do with it and he just decided on a whim "oh hey, sara hasn't been curled into the fetal position b/c of a rare and incurable disease in a while. let's make her suffer with 2 colds in less than a month. yeah that'll be fun. "

well i got news for you mr. mistoffelees... it's not fun. so knock it off.