Tell me a tale that has something to do with: medication.
I don't remember the last time I felt the need to actually take cold medicine when I was sick. Normally I just wait it out and don't bother. Not this time.
It's that time of year again: tomorrow we prepare for our first farmers market of the season. Assuming the forecast for Saturday doesn't get much worse. And that I'm feeling well enough to go.
Left him devastated,
And heavily medicated.
The days were long,
The nights much longer.
He believed the liars
Who said he'd end up stronger.
At last he knows what must be done,
No longer haunted by doubt.
So she better start running,
Now that his pills have run out.