Sore throat.

Argh. My sore, and I mean painfully sore, throat won't go away. As Fred say's, "Frickin', frickin dangit." Ug, that's how I feel right now. :( Ok well yeah, check out those guns on Nick!! Ahh, so dreamy, I wish he would hug me, I'd snap in half, he'd have to take me to the hospital and then I'd cry, 'cause I'd be broken in half, and he'd most likely cry, 'cause he made me cry and brok me in half, and then we'd bond (it's all about the BONDAGE people) and we'd date and then marry!!! That's my Nick Jonas theory!!