Sickeningly Beat

I am sick. Sicker than sick perhaps. Not in a perverted, you're disgusting way but in a I FEEL disgusting way and want to curl up and die, my hair is matted and crying out for help and I haven't slept in four days sick. Know what I mean? I hate chicken noodle soup with a red hot passion and the only time I even deign to drag it out of the cabinet is when I'm in the midst of flu-like symptoms. I've been eyeing the soup can for the past hour...