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Fabulous!
My temp is great, holding at about 103, spiking to 105 randomly.
The shiverings a fitch.
But I'm maintaining status quo.
I can see Reality from here, slightly below me and just left of near.
NyQuil sucks. My tongue is blue.
Vodka is better.
Carpet needs a mowing.
I stopped nodding out.
Everything is stll yellowy.
Like viewing the world from inside a glass of urine.
At least it's clear.
And I haven't seen the little black things running around since about 5 a.m.
Ain't seen Petrush though.
Gonna go for a crawl and look for him.
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