I hate you. I would like you to stop being sick and gross and full of phlegm. I would like you to not cause me to miss work (though I owe work an 'I hate you letter' too), because Friday is my long day and is the day I make a good chunk of my week's money. I would like you to go jump off a cliff.

Regards (but not best regards),

Fishnets

P.S. Bitch.