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Don't read this to closely. You might get sick.

I'm sick.

My throat has a slow creek of snot slowly carving away at it. My cheekbones feel like they're floating in a sea of nastiness.

Aches in the joints.

I've got that sick tasting breath thing going on. You know the kind- you brush your teeth. You scrape your tongue. You floss- youy do everything but that green slime taste is all over your mouth.

I can't hear. My ears feel like I'm sitting on the bottom of a pool having a tea party- everyone's talking at me. But I can't hear a word they're saying. Only the mucous in my mind.

Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooaaw whowwhaohwahwoaaaaaahawhahhhhh

Maybe Lipman will make me some soup. I am craving a big glass of water right now. All I want to do is sit on my couch with a blanket and lots of pillows and let someone take care of me while I sit back and am amazed by Montel and Sylvia Browne's chemistry.

"You have a relative standing next to you now. She's a woman. And she keeps making the letter 'R'. I wanna say that her name starts with and 'R' or perhaps she died of radioactive cancer."

"Well, my aunt Nelda passed away recently and she had a dog named Roger."

"That's who it is! Nelda! She says hello! I see the dog now! He had ears!"

"Yes, yes he did have ears!"

"Hot damn, Sylvia you've done it again!"

I don't even have the will to do the proper HTML on that dialougue so you'll be able to understand it.

I'm going to go home now and take a bath and drink some sleepy time tea and stick Kleenex's up my nose and make horrible coughy coughy sounds.


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