I'm sick. I feel like my lungs are being kicked in the face, and my sinuses are standing there, laughing. I got no sleep last night. I should stay home. But I'm not going to. I'm going to go cook massive amounts of lamb for a tiny balding egomaniac, who will then proceed to either a)yell at me about a stray bead of water on the side of the plate or
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