Still headachey.
Still coughing.
Still feel like a dump truck ran over me.
Still achey and painy. Oh wait, that might be from the whole mass amount of firewood carrying. That was so light it felt like feathers. And not at ALL a co-incidence that it coincides with otherwise feeling like gargabe.
ANYWAY.
Still whining and complaining.
..Still Sick.
Blah.
Woe is me.
You may now return to your regularily scheduled program while I go back to hacking up a lung and drowning my whiny sorrows in a would-be-delish-if-i-could-taste-anything homemade neocitrin.
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