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2005-01-09 - 10:32 p.m.
ah yes. my little bottle of expectorant that i swill little chugs from, like a snifter. it's me, tissues, hot water with lemon and honey and the internet all day long. all night long. interrupted by feverish sleep naps. oh yeah baby.
i am so fucking bored.
i'm ready to be not sick now! i'm ready! ready weeb? hells yes! i am also sick of coughing up huge gobs of phlegm. you would think there was an end to the phlegm, but it just keeps coming. my nose is dry as the sahara, but somehow liquids are being continuously generated by my lungs. gus thinks i might have pneumonia, whee. at any rate, i'm going to the doctor's again tomorrow. he can put me down if i'm too far gone.
oh god why hast thou forsaken me, etc etc.
all i want is this soda but i dare not drink it. the sugar. the dangerous sugar will make my chest a happy petri dish for germies. siiigh.