Dear Fate,

You suck. I mean that. Really, really, really suck. I was looking forward to a lovely five days without idiots on my phone, to lay around, play video games, go out drinking during the week.

But no. I had to wake up this morning feeling like crap. That I'm coughing and I can feel the giant snot weasel that must have crawled into my lungs during the night and made itself at home, utterly happy to coat the inside of my respiratory system with mucous.

Thanks, Fate. And by "Thanks", I mean "Fuck You".

Sincerely,
Me