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Death.
Still.
Not fun.
Sniffles have been mostly replaced by a Cough From the Grave/Smoker's Hack/"Hello, Lungs. So, THAT'S What you look like!"
This sucks. Next week is midterm week. And Saturday, it looks like I'll be pet-sitting overnight. And John STILL wants me to see him at Oktoberfest and I've got nobody to go with. Ug. And I can't miss tomorrow because I have a paper due/it's the last class (possibly) before midterms. Erlack.
SUCKS. DEATH.
Still.
Not fun.
Sniffles have been mostly replaced by a Cough From the Grave/Smoker's Hack/"Hello, Lungs. So, THAT'S What you look like!"
This sucks. Next week is midterm week. And Saturday, it looks like I'll be pet-sitting overnight. And John STILL wants me to see him at Oktoberfest and I've got nobody to go with. Ug. And I can't miss tomorrow because I have a paper due/it's the last class (possibly) before midterms. Erlack.
SUCKS. DEATH.