When you have infinity projects to finish and finals to prepare for and your throat decides to become home to 1000 thorn-studded frogs and you can't seem to keep focused on one task– for your neck just doesn't want to do its job of holding that pounding head up. (understandably of course, considering it's current job to house an obscene number of scratchy amphibious). Thus, you uncomfortably try to avoid all contact and conversation. And you use the blessed excuse of being sick to sleep on the couch (Which is the highlight to being sick). And you listen to those beautiful musics while racking your mind to design just one more spread.
