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(This is to test out if I know what the heck I am actually doing here. Okay..so..first person...first person...)
(This also has nothing to do with the actual plot..I just am...testing(?) Or trying to be creative(?) or something(!!))
I wandered through my home in the early evening with my new American flag pajamas on. They had white stars with a blue background on one leg and red and white stripes on the other. The shirt had this red and white striped breast pocket and white stars with a blue background for the short sleeves. I was comfortable, but I still couldn't shake the feeling of something...odd. I found the feeling even more of a bother once I found myself in my room. -sits on bed and looks out window-
It wasn't like my room, heaven forbid, had a ghost, but I just felt...odd. Even the word "odd" didn't describe the feeling I had. -shakes head and flops down onto the pillow-
I wonder if I have a cheese burger left over in the fridge...
I want it, but then I have to get back up and I'm already getting comfortable...
Damn this laziness...
And damn this odd feeling. -sighs loudly and lays on right side facing the window-
Maybe...my head IS filled with hamburgers...I just can't think of this feeling.
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Now I want a hamburger......
SCREW IT! I said that aloud and then pulled the covers over myself for some well deserved shut-eye.
"If I hear one more idiotic news story about H1N1...Swine..Flu..WHATEVER...I will seriously punch the news castors all in the face..."
My last thought of the night was even more odd then the feeling I had.
I think I need more hamburgers...
Does the swine flu affect how many burgers I can have??
I'll ask someone...tomorrow...