Life is Busting out ALL Over!

I’ve invented a new word: Fick

Posted on: February 2, 2009

As in “fucking sick”. Fick.

I don’t know what I have, but I have it. I finally admit defeat. Not even my surefire Neti-pot is helping.

Here’s hoping it doesn’t last long. I think feeling sorry for myself is making it worse, I haven’t even lived here long enough to find a doctor. Ugh.


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