I ache to the extent that the act of putting on shoes and socks leaves me feeling like I've spent all day horseback riding. My nose explodes several times a day, spackling my surroundings in toxic effluviam. I've ingested so much cough medicine that Robitussin could qualify as a food group. I'm aware how annoying that is and I'm sincerely sorry. If it's any comfort, please know that I'm enjoying none of it.
I'm also aware that one of the most annoying aspects is how whiny it sounds when people talk about being sick, which is kind of ironic. There's considerably more gravitas when somebody says they're sick and tired of something that pisses them off than when somebody actually is sick and tired.
WHEN YOU SAY: "I'm sick and tired, meaning microbes and viruses and stuff are wreaking havoc inside of my body and trying to make me die."
PEOPLE AROUND YOU RESPOND: "Oh, shut up you big baby."
but...
WHEN YOU SAY: "I'm sick and tired of something the government is or is not doing right now, meaning the extent to which I'm willing to take action is announce that it makes me angry!"
PEOPLE AROUND YOU RESPOND: "Ain't that the truth, brother!"
See? People may not like you when you're angry. But they could care less about you when you're sick.
See? People may not like you when you're angry. But they could care less about you when you're sick.
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<------ currently trying to figure out whether or not he could care less
Sorry you are ill, Clark. Here, have a bag of grapes.
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