I got sick yesterday. Like cold/flu/can'tkeepuptemperature/F-U-IMA-SLUG sick. So I became a sack of potatoes on John's couch while my brain yelled at my body and my body ignored it. So I'm not talking to my body right now. Was supposed to go to Cannibal Feast and do actual important things (get Brad his art piece, talk to Angela about Steampunk
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