Guuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyzzzzzz...I'm siiiiiiiiiiccccckkkkk.
I stayed home today because I feel repeatedly as though I am going to yack. I, like many, do not enjoy throwing up, so every time the feeling washes over me, I grip the sink, take a few deep breaths, spit (um, eeewww, Kelly) and pull myself together.
I called my dad to tell him I wasn't
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