I really tried my best to work off the sick vibes.
Actually hauled my ass off the couch to attempt a nail art.
Unfortunately, I chose to do something that took longer than I had expected.
By the time I was halfway done,
I didn't have the energy left in me to fight the meds.
At least, the final manicure still looked completed to the unknown.
Forever, whenever I looked down,
I knew that there should be some gold,
and less negative space.
Oh well. Another time I guess.