Oh, I'm sick. So sick. I'm going to eat chocolate ice cream for breakfast, cuz my throat hurts, my skull aches, and my face is filled with goo.
Dear Mexico, please be kind to my weakened immune system, this cold is wearing me out.
Love, a super fan.
Dear Cold, goooo awaaaay!
From your worsest nightmare ever, rarr!
Dear Goo, get out get out get out!
Dear Friends and Family, if I don't make it through this, and I may not if the ice cream runs out, please have my remains placed in the pool at Cancun, so that I may float through eternity in sunshine. Also, tape a Pina Colada to my clenched fist, I like those.
Love, a somewhat pathetic sicky.