|via scenic glory|
Dear cold medicine,
Honestly, you have been my savior today. I woke up this morning definitely NOT feeling like P.Diddy, and instead feeling like death's ass. I couldn't breathe, I had a sore throat, and my nose would not stop running. That is definitely not attractive, especially at 7:30 in the morning.
This cold took me out and made me have to miss my second class of the day, but you were waiting patiently for me to return home and ingest you. I was running a fever at that point, and the acetaminophen within your tiny capsules helped relieve that fever.
Once I woke up from my nap, you made me feel well enough to be starving, but without you I probably wouldn't have eaten.
I'm very sorry that I went to spin class and made every ounce of progress you made on getting me better disappear. And thank you for being there when I returned from spin class, patiently waiting for me to ingest you again.
Can you help me out tonight when I attempt to play basketball? We barely have enough people to play, and I'm really needed for the team.