“I’m dying, Ferris.” “You’re not dying, you just can’t think of anything good to do.”

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When Cameron was in Egypt's land…Let my Cameron go!

It is only 8. I should be climbing out of bed with blurry eyes, after having listened to the radio for a half-hour. I have been up since butt-crack-of-dawn o'clock. I feel like I'm dying, one muscle or internal organ at a time. My head hurts, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my head hurts, my stomach hurts, my head hurts, my nose is spewing out twice my body weight in goo, my head hurts, I'm too cold, I'm too hot, my head hurts. This sucks sweaty donkey balls.

I am most certainly not going into work, but I need to pick up a loaner car from the dealership in a few hours. I hope I have the energy for that. Blech! Why is it that I get sick EVERY Christmas? It is like clockwork! I was minorly sick a couple of weekends ago and thought that was the end of it this season. This got passed to Kate, who bounced it back to me in full force. BAM! It is Christmas time and I am sick. Once again.

Peanut butter shower time, then peanut butter nappy-time.

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