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My throat hurts. It hurts so bad. It feels like there are two golf balls lodged in each side with pins sticking out of them. Every time I talk, cough or god forbid, swallow, it sends shooting pain throughout my neck.

I never get sick, yet here I am during an incredibly mild beginning to Winter, during the most important week for the business I work for and I cannot do shit except roll around on the bed moaning.

Fucking Karma.

I cant afford to miss work. I hate being confined to a bed. I tried to tough it out on Thursday but I nearly passed out around 4pm and had to leave. So here I sit in a cold sweat, praying that this infection or whatever it is breaks tonight. I am surprised I can type since I am loaded with so much cold medicine and pain killers. The funny thing is the throat still hurts and I shouldn't be able to feel a thing. Yipeeee.

I am babbling. I am half asleep and all hopped up on the Q among others.

I must smell pretty bad.

I need to wash my sheets and fumigate my room.

I watched Al Gores Documentary "An Inconvenient Truth" the other night. I recommend it. I actually learned a lot. I think he should run again. well. maybe. Maybe its the Q talking.

I am very hungry. I cannot swallow anything hard. Ooops. I walked into that one. But really, its all soup and shit and Ice Cream. Do I have any Ice Cream? I don't know.

When your alone, being sick is the worst. Nothing sucks worst then going out in the rain and wind to pick up soup and Ice Cream for yourself.

Oh, Whoa is me!

Now, that's definitely the Q talkin.

I may call an excorcist soon.


Needs sleepy,
JA