I can't believe how god-damn fucking sick I am. It's x-mas eve, I'm about to start a two week holiday and I am sick as a fucking dog.
My throat is burnt to all hell from some major reflux action (damn you stress), my ears are all itchy and achy, my head is completely stuffed and I'm just plain exhausted.
Can't I just spend some quality time away from this place relaxing by the pool, catching up with mates and seeing my family without having to blow my nose constantly and splutter all over people?
No - Jesus hates me and he doesn't want me to be happy on his birthday.
It's simple really.