Plague

I'm pretty sure I'm dying. And I realized no one in the blog world would know because I am such a crappy blogger as of late. So here it is: I'm pretty sure I caught the plague from the dirtiest bathroom floor of life. And by plague I mean I have a ridiculous cough. The kind that makes other people stare/cringe at you. I'm pretty sure my step-dad/extreme germaphobe is avoiding me.

So if I never blog again assume I'm dead.


Actually that is probably a bad plan. Because I'm almost certain I'm being melodramatic. Except about the bathroom floor. It was sick and I definitely had skin on floor contact.