I can feel my head becoming heavier, my eyes feel moist, sleepy and sore, and I cough a little--- tough luck, tomorrow I shall be sick.
I wish I am not like this. Sickly and can predict my own fate healthwise. I wish Brooklyn did not get this weak immunity from me, but he did.
I hope I get to rest well. I need tonight for myself. I need to sleep and not get irritated, otherwise, I'd definitely get sick.