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i feel nothing other than ill. i look forward to not being nauseated by the very thought of something in my mouth.
i called my mom and asked her to call me. unfortunately my email and call seem to have come too late and she is off to bed.
i want to call out of work tomorrow and just go home, but, i can't. since peter is leaving this weekend i really must be there. awful timing. it always is, if life were convenient then it would hardly be life.
i called my mom and asked her to call me. unfortunately my email and call seem to have come too late and she is off to bed.
i want to call out of work tomorrow and just go home, but, i can't. since peter is leaving this weekend i really must be there. awful timing. it always is, if life were convenient then it would hardly be life.