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The one day kill me flu almost did kill me. i woke up at 9 yesterday morning and threw up all over the kitchen and bathroom floor, and made a little bit in the toilet too. my mother actually laughed at me. its nice she has a sense of humor when disaster strikes. to make matters worse...my dickhead boss would move around my jobs so i could stay home, so i had to go to work feeling like dogshit. but i pulled it together like a fuckin marine, and the guys helped me out too, so i was home by about 9:15 PM. I woke up today, and i feel fine, but i still took the day off work just to recover, because my joints and a few muscles are still rather sore. i needed time to finish a paper for english class anyways, so that is what my night will be mostly like. im doing an argumentative essay on the legal status of marijuana. ive got good sources and plenty to say, but im not sure if i can stretch it out to 1500 words. i say that now, and i probably will have trouble cutting it down to that. i thought i was gonna have trouble doing that in speech too, and ended up with over 2200 words on censorship, and belive me, i could have gone way way farther than that. anyways, i better get to work. i want to test my stomach too and see if i can eat again, so wish me luck!