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It's 65 degrees in my apartment. If I wasn't feeling bad enough last night, it's definetely come at me full force now. My lungs are full of fluid and I know no matter how much I sleep, it's not gonna go away. Apparently when you're sick & exhausted after cleaning (mind you I'm highly allergic to dust), it's hard to tell whether you actually turned the heater on or not when you can't see that high. Levesque & Koontz are coming by this week and the theatre has got to look perfect... cough cough... like that's ever gonna happen. But I guess we must try. Life goes up & down. Blah!