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Am I sick or is it just my head? 

I woke up with a sore throat today. Of course this shouldn’t be a big surprise, considering there’s such a big day coming up this Monday—a day where my insides have decided to treat as a day that can decide the course of my near future in a very major way. I can’t say that I disagree with them, but I honestly wish I could. Whenever things like this come up, I’m so overtaken by nerves because my inner lack of confidence always resurfaces; it’s as if the event acts like a buoy and I act like an anchor until the event has passed. By the time it sets sail again though, it usually sets sail in the wrong wind because of me screwing the stated event in a really stupid way like most of us do when we’re stupidly nervous. 

My sore throat traveled up my nose and decided to take it for a run. You know that uncomfortable feeling when there’s constant stuff just running down the back of your throat like it’s the Jurassic Park ride at Universal Studios? Even if you don’t, I’m currently amusing myself thinking about how my tongue would be the T-Rex. Or Reptar. Reptar isn’t underlined as a misspelled word. These are very cool findings. As I thought about it more at work (about how I was sick), my head started to throb and I got dizzy. Then I started to think, “pft, this isn’t anything. I can just think myself better”. But then, if you tell yourself that you can get better, that means that something’s wrong with you in the first place, right? So maybe I’m supposed to just act like I’m perfect all the time. Times like these are when I get jealous of those horrible singers on American Idol that, even after taking a barrage of insults from the judges, can hold their head high and think they’re better than Whitney Houston. #tribute

So am I sick? Or is it in my head? There are too many metaphors in this to worry about. 

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