Sick as a dog, I'm fighting to stay awake and write this. I have a cold and I hate colds because there aren't cures for them. Whoever invents that or even a vaccine will be my hero. I haven't had a cold in a long while and I absolutely hate them. Who doesn't? So right now, I have no meds, and am blabbing on and on. I want to chant to my white blood cells "Go, Go, Go" I can see them fighting and epic battle inside my blood stream. The major battles lay at the chest, throat, nose, and eyes. I can't write anymore. Goodnight
9:21
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