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I am very ill. I'm the sickest I've been in a number of years, not including drinking-sick. High fever, stomach aches, head aches 24/7. And yet the thing that occupies my mind during most of my solitude is a strange and overwhelming craving for junk food - in paticular potato chips - and reading Beartato all day does not diffuse my desires. Please, ice cream, chips, fries with ketchup, whoppers (tm), schnitzel, cookies with chocolate in the middle, oreos, pizzookies (a big cookie with ice cream on top), cheetos, chips and salsa, etc.
But I must stay here in my messy sick-room, wading through the waters of post-travel August Sick. Bleh.
But I must stay here in my messy sick-room, wading through the waters of post-travel August Sick. Bleh.