Being Sirius Black
Or more simply, I've been sick as a dog. I've been feeling under the weather for the past couple of days, so I've been cooped up in the Sanctum like a cell in the Wizarding World's Azkaban Prison. Lying in bed, I felt like I had damn iron weights over my chest in the mornings, and I tasted bitter bile in my throat. Not my idea of fun at all. Kinda makes me want to do horrid things to my body like put on tattoos, grow a scraggly beard, get stinky and all that. When I get out, I'm may be mad enough to kill someone... Hehehehe.... HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Gah. Going back to work tomorrow. Back to the waking world, sunshine, commutes, shopping malls, job orders and canteen food. YIPEE!