death by valentine
the final words of Cupid's latest victim
‘Tis the day of love. The day cupid graces us with his presence, then chooses violence by attacking unsuspecting bystanders with prehistoric weaponry.
On this particular day I find myself near dead. Frontal headaches have come, my throat occasionally tickles, my stomach doesn’t like me, I can barely hear a thing and mental fog clouds my every thought. Fun times…
Does correlation mean causation? Absolutely not. But, Death by Valentine is a cool title, so I am going to blame Cupid and St V for this. And as an act of rebellion, I am going to curl up in bed and watch some terrible rom-com.
Don’t judge, I’m on death’s door. Ife has two modes - sap and cynic. Currently sap-mode is fully engaged so I’m gunna indulge.
Man, sick me is so melodramatic. Scratch that, me in general is melodramatic. It’s just when I’m ill I don’t have the strength to check myself.
Death by Valentine is really something… The least Cupid could’ve done is give me someone to cuddle right now. Actually do I really want someone else in my personal space? Maybe a large teddy would suffice…
Let me stop typing every thought that comes into my head. Honestly, in my current mental state, I’m surprised I can even string words together. I think it’s time for me to say goodbye.
¡Hasta mañana! (assuming I make it through the night)