when you see a man down, finish him

I'm sick, i'm still sick

every day, my sickness evolves

today its headache+loads of mucus
its great

i get to the office, later than usual, after a traffic jam.
why a traffic jam
I don't know
maybe the beautiful combination of a railroad strike, and works on all the main avenues from my house to my office
I don't know

I sit at my desk, and dwell on my condition.
Jay comes in, he sees me and asks:
-How are you?

(you bastard, you know i'm sick)

-BAD!!

-HAHAHAHAHAHA, you're gonna die

I feel the support !!