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Jan 09, 2008 07:30

98.6 is a beautiful number
Soon I will feel alive, pink
But the bags under my eyes give away the battle that's preceded
The sheets on my bed twisted and wrinkled
From sweat, tossing, drying under a body at 102
Wash, rinse, repeat.

sick, poem, life

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bevsob January 9 2008, 17:27:06 UTC
Hang in there....sounds like you are past the worst of it. At this point I still sound like a two-pack-a-day smoker but I'm feeling mostly humanoid.

I'm around the house most of today if you need anything or want to come by and sauna. Sweat out the poisons!

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arielmeow January 10 2008, 04:54:55 UTC
Thanks Bev, you are awesome. I ended up having to work most of the day today, but I feel a LOT better so it wasn't too bad. I'm glad to hear you're feeling decent too. Go healing powers!

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timifur January 10 2008, 18:29:27 UTC
sorry i didn't have a chance to treat you myself. i'm glad you were in zena's loving and capable paws.

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