I'm sick. I have 102.2 fever and I ache like mad. I hate being sick. I hate being sick during an opening day baseball game and only half being able to enjoy it. I hate that I felt fine this morning and then got sick during the game. I hate that I have a sore throat even though I went through the misery of having my tonsils out. I hate that this didn't come on when I had NOTHING to do earlier this week. I hate that my bathtub is not bigger. I also hate that my uncle died two days ago. I hate that his (barely grown) children lost their mom five years ago and have now lost their dad.
So basically, life sucks. Rant over, thanks for reading.