I'b gob a code
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December 23, 2000 |
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I bore the brunt of frontal viral assault by both my children and my loving partner until finally succombing yesterday. I'm sick. And sick is not fun. My nose is running, my eyes are watering and I feel dumb and thick. I'm going back to bed. See you all tomorrow... if I'm still alive.
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