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Happiness is a warm gun
I am in bed stricken with what I can only fondly call the itchy-flu.
I'm tempted to eat gravel and stuff my ears full of barbed wire because it feels like all of the orifices of my face have been thoroughly molested by brazilian fire ants.
Vice magazine's Do's and Dont's section is mildly helping, loneliness is not helping, and a certain part of a certain musical is certainly not helping. Lots and lots of cough syrup is vaguely entertaining.
I leave you with this:
I am in bed stricken with what I can only fondly call the itchy-flu.
I'm tempted to eat gravel and stuff my ears full of barbed wire because it feels like all of the orifices of my face have been thoroughly molested by brazilian fire ants.
Vice magazine's Do's and Dont's section is mildly helping, loneliness is not helping, and a certain part of a certain musical is certainly not helping. Lots and lots of cough syrup is vaguely entertaining.
I leave you with this: