Discovering: Elliott Smith - 'Miss Misery' (piano version)

Even though the thermometer wouldn't have pronounced me feverish, I can feel a slow, insidious heat in me, like there's a fire dancing beneath my skin - especially my palms.

As if that isn't crappy enough, a bamboo pole fell on me, hitting me on my mouth, leaving me with lips cut on my own teeth.

Sick and injuried: some girls have all the luck, eh?