Plagued.

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As I write this, my left eyelid is twitching like an out-of-control butterfly make-out session. If I took this eye to a bar, I could totally pick up people just by looking in their direction.

After I picked those people up I could also infect them with the burning throat, dripping nose and incessant coughing that I’m also carrying around.

What I need now is a big scab and uncontrolled arm flailing and, for good measure, some toxic stomach gas and this coming weekend will ROCK!

I am So! Pretty!