Fuck you perma-sealegs! You can’t bully me anymore! I will take you down! I will conquer you! You think you and your mysterious dizziness can win? I’m done making deals with the devil in hopes that you’ll go away. Because you see, I’ve got a big weekend ahead of me. I’ve got a date with Canadian Music Week and one breakdancing competition. This is the end!
This is war!
I’ve got all the forces working against you:
-a daily multi-vitamin
-6-8 glasses of water daily
-a loyal group of roommates, friends, family and one dedicated boyfriend who are willing to listen to me incessantly complain about the symptoms you are inflicting upon me
-two trained massage therapists
-blood tests in the laboratory
-a special little prescription pill that reduces your symptoms
-a cranial sancral therapist.
And finally, my own special secret weapon: hope. It’s all about the positive visualization.
You’re going down.
For the record, I'd never throw a punch with my thumbs like that. Mainly because I'd never throw a punch.