...and the only thing that will cure it is more cowbell.
Actually, I don't know if cowbell will help. But I'm willing to try.
Like, I really have a fever. 101.2.
My quest to not miss ANY days before the AP test has failed miserably.
I feel like poop.
(If you're wondering why I'm up at 2:41 am, it's because a) I feel like I was hit by a truck and b) I'm trying to type up sub plans. Good times.)
The funny part is I ran 5 miles last night, and was all, "Man, I feel pretty sore from Monday's ride! What the heck is wrong with me? I'm such a pansy!"
OR I'M RUNNING WITH A FREAKING FEVER.
This BETTER BE GONE BY TOMORROW. I don't have time for this nonsense.