Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Flu

I'm cold
I'm hot.
I'm achy.
Based upon the slimy feeling in my mouth, I am guessing that I will have thrown up before this night is thru.
I just called my mother to tell her that I loved her, and to bury me in something comfortable, if I don't make it.
At least my roots are done.

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