*whines pitiously*

this one is sick...very sick *whimpers* and this one rarely gets seriously sick, so this one is going to wander back upstairs, curl up in its bed and watch an absurd amount of anime, draw a few things, fill out several scholarship applications and then crawl up into a orange juice bottle and drown its sorrows... *checks fridge* ALL WE HAVE IS GRAPE JUICE!!!!!!! curse my father and his sale sniping... grrrrrr... i'm dying here and all i have to ease my passing in GRAPE JUICE... well, i like grape juice, adn orange juice on my throat righ tnow would probably do me in entirely... so... damn logic... damn it... i want to be selfish and whiney and sick, and i manage to talk myself out of it... curses threefold