I have a cold. I've acquired the unwanted ability of making people mad without knowing how I'm doing it. I have 17 days to get rid of 3 pimples and try to keep what little tan I have. I'm done. Broken. Not taking it anymore. Pass the booze, please.
If you need me, I'll be under my covers, in my darkened room, sleeping, giving up on the world.
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bad timing! i have just crawled out from under my covers due to the crud; we could have talked on cell phones, altho i sound like sam elliot. hang in there. auntie em
hugs!!! Hope you get to feeling better!
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