Heh. I woke up my cat so that I could take a picture of her in the kitty condo. I'm recovering from a variety of debilitating symptoms. All painful, none sexy. The collective maladies have rendered it difficult to talk, type, eat, drink, or, you know, do it. These five things are what make the difference between "Gooch" and "The Gooch." I'm bed resting, taking vitamins, watching reruns, elevating my head, doing neck stretches, and crying myself to sleep. I will emerge stronger than before. I will come back with the stamina to disappoint two or three women at a time, instead of just one. I will learn to type one-handed. I will... fuck it. it hurts too much to type.goochout
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