new age bullshit

I'm sick

Jay is sick.

somehow we have both ended with the same shit.

and no, we are not lovers

anyway, I see Jay focused on his screen, his right hand busy with what looks like a tablet of pills.

-"That looks like medicine, did you finally get something?"

-"mmhhmmm"

-"its homeopathic right" (I should have said homoepathic)

-"mmmhmmm"

-"haha, you're so never gonna get well man, I trust Novartis!!" I claim, raising my fist in the air in obvious and superiour victoriousness.

-"yep, that's what's wrong..."

All I can say is that I'm gonna get rid of this shit in 5 days.