Dimetapp makes little things funny
I'm down with quite the flu right now (not like "down with it" though... it's not cool at all). Here's the last sunset I saw before I got confined to my basement for four days.
My fever is down, but I still have chills and a cough. In fact, I'm coughing like a dog with a squirrel caught in its throat. Or a tuberculated pack-a-day smoker. Or a drowned cat. Or a person who swallowed an onion whole. Or a dead diesel engine. Yes, I have too much time on my hands, even though I have a term paper due. My brain is just too full of cotton right now... you know, not the Dollar Store kind, but the high-quality thick kind that are made out of the real thing, not synthetic. It makes a difference!
My fever is down, but I still have chills and a cough. In fact, I'm coughing like a dog with a squirrel caught in its throat. Or a tuberculated pack-a-day smoker. Or a drowned cat. Or a person who swallowed an onion whole. Or a dead diesel engine. Yes, I have too much time on my hands, even though I have a term paper due. My brain is just too full of cotton right now... you know, not the Dollar Store kind, but the high-quality thick kind that are made out of the real thing, not synthetic. It makes a difference!