i love my cat. that is all i can say at the moment. she has saved me from the potential hypothermic clusterfuck that could've ended me on this brutal sunday. my feet are like icecubes, regardless of the twenty pound cat and fifty layers of blanket that are swarming over me.why is it that it's so damn hard to do work when you're sick? i've been trying for a whole two days to start my art assignment, but it's just not happening. time is short. as in, i have two minutes before i go comatose.
my shoulders have some unexplainable pain in them that calls for some serious morphein injections.
...but seriously though, has anyone got any?
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