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My stomach is out of whack - which is kind of strange for me. Okay, fine -- my *intestines* are out of whack. My stomach is, I suppose (I *hope*!) fine. It was pretty bad today, but slept quite a bit, and while I'm not feeling *better* (my body still feels f'd up), I am feeling less sick. Like, my body is still sick, but I feel more like I can drag myself along to anywhere I feel like.
I just spelled drag 'grad'. Maybe I *am* dyslexic.
Anyway: lots of running around and waking-up-early to do tomorrow, so I should atleast try to get an early start, I guess.
Lesse how things go.
This post was posted by Unknown at 10:18 pm
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