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[22 May 2003|07:54am] |
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so...sick...*tries to get up* my temperature's like...345 degrees. i feel like i'm being cooked from the inside out. *rubs my forhead* someone kill me and put me out of my misery *manages to get up and waits a moment for the dizzyness to pass. stumbles towards the closet* i gotta go to texas this weekend...work...gotta pack...*kneels to get my bag and ends up falling on my ass* *leans against the wall, too tired to stand up again* shoot me..
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