I am pathetic when I am ill
I am feeling rubbish, and my entire brain has shut down, along with all parts of the body not essential for coughing, grating my throat or generating mucus. Earlier, having stocked up on enough low grade over the counter pharmaceuticals to slightly daze a shetland pony, I went to the card shop to get my Nan a birthday card. Upon paying for said card I noticed my wallet was old and busted, and no longer safe to contain the inexplicably large amount of change I had on me. About three minutes later, having trudged to a place that vends wallets, I retrieve my old and busted wallet from my pocket, spraying the general area with change, and requiring about eight different trying-not-to-smirk people to help me pick it all up.