indisposiciones malas

[blasphemoses]

i'm sick. like death. high fever. from my tailbone all the way to my skull, there is an excruciating pain. the muscles in my neck do not want to move. my throat would rather me look like an invalid than swallow my saliva. my ears and eyes feel as if they are simultaneously being taken advantage of by some very large inmates. and to top it all off

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[radioxcure]

i love you. feel better. i think i'm on the verge of recovering from two weeks of winter sickness hell.

i'll be in la thursday. answer your phone