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I'm sick. I hate being sick. I'm all achy and whiny and I can't breed....I mean breathe.
But I might be able to get out of work tomorrow. Maybe.
I just want to read and sleep all day. Forget laundry, cleaning, and working. Just concentrate on blowing my nose, drinking orange juice and ignoring everything else til I feel better.
And as long as I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony.
But I might be able to get out of work tomorrow. Maybe.
I just want to read and sleep all day. Forget laundry, cleaning, and working. Just concentrate on blowing my nose, drinking orange juice and ignoring everything else til I feel better.
And as long as I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony.