My temperature's up tonight, but it's on the border of being high. I'd prefer to be south of that fever border.
Cross your finger and toes, braid your hair, or do whatever it takes to send me home tomorrow. Ron's Jaycee theme for this year is "The Wizard of Oz," so he can send me some ruby slippers that I can click three times. Just don't ask me to bring back the Wicked Witch's broom after I kill her, I don't have the time. I wanna go home.