I feel...unwell.No, I don't

I feel...unwell.No, I don't exactly feel tired or drowsy. But lately,  I've been feeling more and more these each day. And after my regular 4 hours of sleep a night, I've woken up to body aches and a sore throat. Dare I say itג€¦they I wouldn't want to jinx myself. I couldn't be? I can't be!I'm getting sick.I know what you're going to say something, "What are you talking about?ג€ You always get sick! It's nothing new..."Me: "Oh R-R, how cold you are.... Wait, how cold I am.... Now make me some soup."Pemby: "I never get sick! I never get to I never get to always hate how it comes to using in the most sarcastic times. I swear the animation gods are sitting up somewhere on their cold thrones and stealing my school agenda to check for the busiest time of the shooting, cold gods.::points finger::   DAMN YOU~~~!!!!(Why am I reminded of evil monkey in my closet...?)On a more depressing note, the crap pile on my bed not alarmingly fast day after day. However, I have devised a system which ingeniously allows me to buy on the upper half of my research in a curled fetal position while the lower half remains available for my piles of books, trash that never reached the trash can, random art supplies (hopefully, I won't leave the cutter out like last time...), clean clothes, not-clean clothes, piles of homework papers, and notebooks, all of which probably have artfully arranged in a feng shui-esque motif.Of course, my body despises the fetal position so I am working relieved to awaken to my subconscious attempt to further better my bed-furniture arrangement.ugh....at this point, I don't even know if craig's space" is going to sue my problem...this might just be me...but me thing and not something space problem.