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Yesterday I thought I was just depressed. By the time I got to work, I was going downhill. As in sick. Grrr... I could sleep non-stop (which I'm not doing, in case it messes with my carefully-crafted sleeping pattern). My throat is itchy, my nose drippy, and my head achey and tight. All I want (other than not being sick) is someone to bring me gatorade, my grandma's chicken soup, and a copy of the newly-released Dreamgirls. *sigh*
You know, on my drive to work yesterday, I realized that my breathing changes when I'm sick; it gets heavy and ragged, just like when I'm super-tired. I know...I'm full of them deep thoughts.
ps-NYC water tastes really good. I've been meaning to mention that.
You know, on my drive to work yesterday, I realized that my breathing changes when I'm sick; it gets heavy and ragged, just like when I'm super-tired. I know...I'm full of them deep thoughts.
ps-NYC water tastes really good. I've been meaning to mention that.