Bacteria Should Die

I. Hate. Strep. Throat. Hate it. I wish it would devolve and die forever and never come back. Or that I could walk around in hazmat suit and not look like a total weirdo. I've had it three times, one of which was so bad I lost about half my bodyweight because I didn't eat anything for a week, and I'm sick and tired of it.

So imagine my dismay when I walk in the door after coming home from Debate to have my mother inform me that my youngest sister has that cursed, evil disease breeding in her body. I wouldn't go in her room without breathing through my shirt.

And yet, somehow, I still managed to maybe catch it. So, if I disappear for a while, that's why.

Bye everyone. Stay away from dangerous bacteria. They'll eat your souls.