Off to sleep I now must go.
I most defiantly have a cold, and it just keeps getting worse.
My head is spinning; my throat is aching;
my body wants to throw up what ever is inside.
I’m just so tired… .
And I have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Wonder if I’ll get yelled at again;
I hate when the manager is in such a bad mood.
It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.
I don’t even believe me.