Sick.

Pink. My hair is pink. I thought it was red but really it's pink in a terrible/beautiful disguise.
Sick. I'm sick as a dog. I have been for days. Not cool, not cool, not cool.
I am behind in my work.
Touch me, I'm so hot I'll burn you.
Luckily my dreams have been half asleep, half awake. They all make for good inspiration. My fingers are starting to itch.
Floaty. I listen to floaty music and pretend I am well. If the music is floaty then my mind is less crazy, the weak limbs more apt, the foggy okay. That is what floaty music does for you. It gives an even playing field.

Home Depot.
I have to go there.
I have to get stuff.
So sick, so ill.
I shan't breathe on anyone.
I shall be quick.
Maybe if I take my ipod - with floaty powers combined - I shall float over the isles and catch nobodies eye. It would make the purchase cheaper, as well. But then that's just between you and me. ;)