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Sep 25, 2006 03:00

The worst part about being sick and feverish is that you can't sleep. Moreover, if you have time to do other stuff you begin a viscious cycle that keeps you up for hours. It's three in the morning and I need to sleep, but for some reason I get a little jumpy at the thought of it. It's odd. I'm blaming the sickness.
Waves of heat.
Dizziness.
And my skin is so tender that it feels like my boxer-briefs are bruising me.

Sorry for the imagry, but I couldn't resist. I'm going to bite the bullet and try to sleep.
Goodnight all.

angst, me, sick

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