I feel like someone should bring me some mac and cheese or pho because I don’t feel good.

I’m trying so hard not to get sick THREE DAYS before my best friend’s wedding; I have drank so many gross-tasting, homeopathic teas and potions because I am poor and can’t afford doctors and actual medicine.

My voice is already raspy, but not in the sexy way. In the gross, sore throat, you’re-totally-sick sort of way. Maybe I can get one of the other bridesmaids to read my toast.