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It's saturday night and here I sit sick as a dog wanting to die because I just ate four-people's worth of indian food and I have a sore throat and mucus is literally globbing up and sliding down it. Yummy. I fail at life today. I think we should all do lunch tomorrow. I didn't roll my fat ass outta bed till bout three o'clock in the afternoon. You'd think I'd been drinking, but no. Just the opposite. My relatives tried to poison me. I think it worked. I sucked down a kale-flax seed-cacao-blueberry-banana concoction that tasted like absolute shit, but I thought would make me feel better. Maybe I should just start on the whiskey instead. 10:40 and it is cocktail hour at the quinn house. I passed up dancing to sit here and whine profusely about all this stupid shit that you are now reading. Blah blah blabbity blah. I HATE BEING SICK!!!!!!