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A conversation I just had aloud with myself in the car.
I hate being sick. Why am I sick again? Why am I still sick? Ugh. I thought I was better, but now I'm not so sure. Ha. That sounds like a song lyric. Something like....I thought i was getting better/but now I'm not so sure/I thought your love was medicine/I thought you were the cure. Oh my god, I'm delusional. It must be the medicine. I can't believe I just said all of this out loud in the car. Maybe the sinus pressure is so bad that it's somehow blocking circulation to my brain. I should post this in my blog as soon as I get home.
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I hate being sick. Why am I sick again? Why am I still sick? Ugh. I thought I was better, but now I'm not so sure. Ha. That sounds like a song lyric. Something like....I thought i was getting better/but now I'm not so sure/I thought your love was medicine/I thought you were the cure. Oh my god, I'm delusional. It must be the medicine. I can't believe I just said all of this out loud in the car. Maybe the sinus pressure is so bad that it's somehow blocking circulation to my brain. I should post this in my blog as soon as I get home.
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