Pax Letale

I am dying. I blame the new infestation of most likely mangy animals in and near our building, one of them was in the elevator yesterday and surely everything in it's fur (including it's fur!) is in the ventilation and I am dying.

I called my mother and tried to get her to mail me her nine bean soup (more stew like really) and she refused, giving me a lecture about being spoiled which my father joined in and they felt the need to lecture me in three languages.

Why.

I am dying I swear. Someone make sure my makeup is still flawless when they carry my corpse downstairs.