.... Think I might be dying. Or allergic to those cats. Or life. Or the cold.
My throat hurts. What's the point in a sore throat? And I still can't find my painkillers and there is a man inside of my head swinging a hammer around. I wish he would stop.
Think I'm going to go back to bed and sleep this off.
I've had hangovers that felt better
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