Here it a glorious Sunday and I could be at a football game, at dog beach, out shopping but noooooo. I’m home with a sore throat. Wah. I am a big baby. I swear I get strep throat if someone just looks at me. I continually wash my hands, I use the sanitary wipes where you wipe off the handle at the grocery store and I don’t put my hands on my face or in my mouth. How the hell do I get sick? I put myself to sleep with NyQuil, 2 hefty shots at that, and woke myself up with 2 Advil cold and sinus(that’s the stuff they make Crystal Meth out of!). I feel like Elvis, I need drugs to put me out and drugs to pep me up. I’m a hunka hunka burning sick.

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