Wednesday, April 21

Day 10001: Take two GIANT steps back and call me in the morning

I'm sickie. My head feels like it's full of birdseed, my nose has relinquished all breathing abilities, and my throat feels like I just drank a gallon of Drano followed by a chaser of turpentine. It's a wonderfully dreary day. One that makes you wish that you never got out of bed this morning.

If anyone makes congee house deliveries and will make an extra stop at Shoppers for Advil extra-strength cold and flu or whatever the heck it's called - I'll love you forever and ever and ever. No joke.

Now go away and let me die in peace.

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