Day 6... I no longer know if I'm Dr. Fever, or Rip Tide (wow- there is a dated, and very specific reference...)
It's 11:01, and I forgot to even bother checking my temperature, fellow babies. The Dr. is in, and there ain't no cure for love (or covid.) It's burning up in here, and I've got the prescription for horse paste to cure what ails you. That's right, just sit back and let the Dr. work work his magic. Open your ears, free your soul and say "give it to me straight Dr... I can take it!"
