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[pucette]

Malady time: I caught severe bronchial pneumonial plague of death syndrome the minute my volunteer shift was over, and as of right now, I've survived the cough of rattly death and entered a headal cloggage extravaganza. This, despite having taken extra precautions about suiting up as indicated by warning stickers on patients' doors

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That is the best line I have read on LJ in weeks.

"Having to accept the mind-boggling lunacy of the fact that an infinitely short conscious existence is judged as basis for entry to an infinitely long and vast forever, simply because of the original sin, well, that's exponentially been establishing itself as not my fucking bag."