2001-04-16 - 9:35 p.m.
#46: No Need for Sore Throats
Note to self: Ergh. I hate getting sick. Looks like I've been indulging too much in sweetened soft drinks and fried foods again. I always get this blasted sore throat when that happens, and that's all we basically tanked up on during Saturday's Movie Marathon. I feel like I'm sticking rusty razor blades and used hypodermic needles down my throat each time I swallow. Not exactly the most pleasant of feelings. And I thought I'd outgrow stupid stuff like this as I grew older. Nuts. Well, I've taken my regular treatment for this affliction which involves me drinking vast amounts of water and gargling with warm salt water, so this should hopefully clear up in a couple of days. True, due to the amount of water intake I'm practically getting up every half an hour to relieve the stress on my liver; but I'm hoping the constant flow of water will purify whatever undesireable components are stuck in my body. If not, I might have to face the possibility of telling my mother about this, and she would not be impressed. I think I'll end the entry here, I'm just a bit too blah-worthy and teed off at my throat to type up an entry. Getting sick on the holidays? What a joke.
