They've let me down again. Oh, white blood cells.
I'm sick. The sore throat that I developed last Sunday has morphed itself into yet another sinus-busting, mucous-producing, fatigue-causing cough and cold. Remember about a
month ago? Sure, it may not be as bad, but if Joe Fox decided to show up at my door with daisies, wanting to cuddle, I'd be
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