Sick days.. y'gotta hate 'em. Can't do shit, can't say shit, feel like shit, it's all just shit. Especially when you have a big-ass job application to fill out that's due by fuckin' wednesday, AND IT'S TUESDAY! WHY MUST THE WORLD BE SO-

Suddenly, in the middle of your mental tyrade of deserved rage, a soft and comforting smell comes to your nose. Smells like... bacon, eggs and some pancakes. When you look up, you see both of your demon-cowgirlfriends. Millie and Sallie Mae.

Millie: "Mornin' sug!"

Sallie Mae: "We could see y'weren't doin' so well, so we've decided t'make you some breakfast in bed. Hope y'like it!"

Both girls smiled brightly, maybe this won't suck.