What’s Wrong With Me?
I'm not feeling right.
Something is a bit off.
I seem to be suffering from some mysterious medical condition.
The symptoms are myriad:
- Nausea.
- Runny nose.
- Headaches in my stomach.
- Stomach aches in my head.
- Squirrels steal my mail and replace it with half eaten nuts.
- Everything smells like fear.
- Everything tastes like pine cones.
- Pine cones taste like pickled beets (but they smell like fear).
- The sound of Justin Bieber’s voice makes me weep uncontrollably.
- I have a rash on my butt in the shape of Piers Morgan’s face.
- I have a rash on my face in the shape of Piers Morgan’s butt.
- My left eyeball pops out of its socket at really inconvenient times.
- Itchy scalp.
- Dizziness.
- Chills.
- Tremors.
- Tremors 2.
- Any movie involving giant mutant worms.
- Sleeplessness.
- Sleeplessness from incontinence.
- Sleeplessness because Elvis’ ghost visits me nightly and gripes endlessly about how Mary Tyler Moore Hogged up all the screen time in Change of Habit.
- The compulsion to make ridiculous lists.
- Paranoia.
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