I'm sick. Again. I was sick some three weeks ago. It's embarrassing. I was at an office during my first illness and they made a big deal about it. They followed me around and wiped down everything with disinfectant. So I was there today, sweating like a fat guy at a party after someone asks "who ate the last pizza" and discretely wiping my face of the sweat pouring off of my nose and chin. Last night, my girlfriend asked to take my temperature to which I argued that I felt fine and am on so much Tylenol and Theraflu that I'm sure my fever is down. One hundred-two degrees. This makes sense, because before any medicine I was laying in bed by myself having conversations with people that weren't really there. Yet, they were the best conversations I've had all week.
I was just sick less than a month ago. People with AIDS have better immune systems than me. I'm living healthier than I have in years and I'm constanly in a state of getting over some fucking virus. Get me the number for Kevorkian.
I've got a fever... and the only prescription is more cowbell.
gooch:out
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