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i think i'm turning into a zombie.
no one bit me.
but i can't keep coughing and my chest burns inside.
like someone put a pack of hot ice in my chest.
and each day as i go to sleep at 9pm w/ nyquil in my system..
i wake up... worse.
so this is me giving permission to friends that if i try to eat yur brains you can kill me.
or lock me up in the back and play nice pretty movies for me to watch through out the day.
o sickness.
p.s. i thought my counselors name was Dylan Thomas and got real excited. but then she called me and i had to go and write another check with the "right" name on it. opps. i blame it on the cough medicine and my imagination.
no one bit me.
but i can't keep coughing and my chest burns inside.
like someone put a pack of hot ice in my chest.
and each day as i go to sleep at 9pm w/ nyquil in my system..
i wake up... worse.
so this is me giving permission to friends that if i try to eat yur brains you can kill me.
or lock me up in the back and play nice pretty movies for me to watch through out the day.
o sickness.
p.s. i thought my counselors name was Dylan Thomas and got real excited. but then she called me and i had to go and write another check with the "right" name on it. opps. i blame it on the cough medicine and my imagination.