Death Just Won't Let Go

You know, I don't know what my issue is. I'm pretty sure my body has launched a full-scale war against my brain. My body is telling me I'm not well, my brain is telling me I'm fine. As a result, I'm not well enough to think clearly, but not sick enough to have an excuse for it. Why can't my body choose? Get sick or get well? This horrible limbo only serves to exhaust me and make me super crabby.

Which means I'm just a sweet can of peaches to everybody and everyone today.

Blah.