O.k, so it's 4.50am. I'm dying. My head is like Mr. Mackey's from south park (all huge and balloon-like, for all you non-south parketeers), my throat has officially gone on vacation and left in its place, sandpaper, and I can't sleep because, grossly, my sinuses are wicked swollen, so when I turn over, it feels like the hoover dam has been released
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