Sick, I hate being ill. My throat is swollen and my nose is red...I need a cigarette, but I'll probably die if I smoke one. Hey, sounds like a good deal to me. Bring on the darkness, I dare you. I'm so bored, nobody called me today to ask if I was doing okay, but I guess I should expect that since I'm nothing. Anyway, yesterday was Britt's birthday
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