These days, the only signs that I am sick yet again are a) I can, and do, easily sleep at least twelve to fourteen hours in a day, and that isn't even counting the two-hour-long naps, and b) it's a day that ends in 'y'. Someday, I will be hale and hearty once again, and I will celebrate with greasy food and bucketloads of booze
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