I'be God A Code Today

Gashi soshide aisadsu *cough cough*. (Konnichiwa!) I reeeally wish you'd stob being so cheerful, Tagusan *achoo*. (Sasori has a cold.) A really nasdy code. (So nasty, in fact, that even her typing is stuffy.) I can'd helb id, I'b sick *cough cough hack wheeze* (Uh-oh, she's having another coughing fit. Stand back from your computer screens, folks!) Ha ha *cough hack cough*, bery fuddy, Tagusan. You can'd cadch a code through da combuder *achoo*. (You never know. Maybe you'll give them a computer virus.*Ba-dum-bum-chshhh*) Thad was dumb, Tagusan. I lige the comedy drubroll thing, though. (Thanks. $43 on Ebay.) Adyway, today was a bery long ad boring day. Zack had the derve to call be "baby" ad the Gym. He's going down *achoo*. (That was yesterday.) Oh yeah. I'b losing trag of tibe, dow. Stubid code is messing with by head. (I think maybe Kumori Shuga gave it to you.) You bean by subcodscious mide gabe be a birus when we pud her bag id by head? (It's possible.) Oh, I'b so gonna ged her for this *wheeze cough cough*! (Not like that, you aren't.) *sniff* Bud loog ad be! I'b a mess! I can'd eben tybe righd! Uh-oh...ACHOO! (Tissue?) Arigadou. *sniff*. Agdually, eberyone id da Goir had da blague... (Translation: The plague. That's what the Choir director calls it when half or more of the Choir calls in sick.) Yeah. Id's nod a lod ob fud. (Well, I went to Shousetsu Ongaku's place today. She muses for Saranie Lisi, Sasori's best friend.) She's a preddy good buse. You folgs should see Saranie's sdories. They're really good. (True.) Well, I godda go ead sobe Hod Poggets dow. I doubd they're gudda daste bery good, bud I'b really huggry, so I godda dry. Ogay, see you dext tibe ad Sasori's Rogg! (You can't even say the name of your own blog right. That's pretty sad.) Shud ud, this is by blog. Adiosu!

Aigou gara Sasori *achoo*!