Posting for Evil

I came in this morning and was forced to listen to this (make sure you can hear it, you may have to use IE). Now I am grateful. What a inconsiderate pig I must be. Anyways, today is third day of my illness. I have composed a poem about my illness (can normal rhyme with normal?):

You make me feel crappy
from dawn until dusk,
You make me take nappies
til I feel full of rust.

You are not so terrible
that I can skip work,
Which is why you are terrible
you miniscule jerk.

I snort and I snuffle,
I cough and I sneeze,
I watch crappy TV
more than I please.

My mind's in a fog
much thicker than normal,
I update this blog
with complaints as normal.

I stilled played hockey
though I was ill,
I must make a mockery
while I skate standing still.

Enough of this shitkit
you've read quite enough,
now buy me a powerball ticket
so I can be sick at home.

I sometimes am in awe of my greatness. By the way coffee with cream is very soothing on sore throats (or at least my sore throat). I would drink coffee all day if I did not know what too much caffeine did to a person. Ah, stupid, stupid No-Doz. Also, I finally found the image I put in my English 501 paper on procrastination, which I wrote cranked up on coffee and cigarettes.

Z.Monkey