but I make up in intensity what I lack in frequency. My head feels like it’s gonna splode, my joints ache and throb, i’m hacking up gobs of lung butter that taste like chicken soup, and each time I sneeze I spray a toxic mixture of viruses and phlegm everywhere.

I ought to go somewhere else not to infect the family, but the FAMILY INFECTED ME.

Back to bed. Can’t sleep but maybe I can rest.