The flu, the flu, I love you, do. You keep me moaning, and subdued. You never seem to leave me be, and oh thank heaven, it's what I need. No sunshine, or joy, nor downloading files. No chance at all, to muster a smile. My bitcomet ranking, cannot advance. No movement at all, not even a chance. I cannot type, I cannot drive, all that I can do is strive......... to find my remote, to find something on, to keep me awake, til my consciousness gone. Then wake again to the nagging pain, of the flu, the flu, all over again!
YAY!
