I have a terrible cold.
I can’t taste food.
Or sleep.
Or talk normally.
I don’t want to go to work.
Or do anything productive.
All I want is to lay in my bed and drink my tea and listen to Bright Eyes.
I have a terrible cold.
I can’t taste food.
Or sleep.
Or talk normally.
I don’t want to go to work.
Or do anything productive.
All I want is to lay in my bed and drink my tea and listen to Bright Eyes.