Confessions of a (chronically ill) graduate student

The flying purple spiders, fever, were not cool. I’m good with the color purple, and I love flying, but SPIDERS? Seriously.

The fridge turning into a man wearing a white fedora, on the other hand, was just fine. I’ve always liked the fridge. He seemed friendly. It wasn’t a bad look on him, either.

Clearly, time for some more meds.

….now so long as the neon blue crab legs the medicine box has sprouted aren’t dangerous, we’re good. 🙂


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