Thursday, January 31, 2008


It feels like the flu.

Aches. Chills. Pains. Head in a vice-grip-clamp. Good stuff.

It's now been enough hours of feeling like this for the malaise to set in.

Don't want to watch movies. Don't want to read. Don't want to sleep. Don't want to eat. Don't want to talk.

Moaning and whining are the only activities which remain appealing.


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