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memo to self:
this is two days in a row that, after lying in bed thinking you should get up but can't, possibly, because you'll die, you have in fact felt better once you got up. good call for deciding to go to the thing yesterday, and be sure to thank P from downstairs for bringing you oranges and ringing the fucking doorbell until you got up to get them.
now go take a hot shower. the steam will help. and then hurry down to the chemist and get some more sudafed, so you won't feel like this tomorrow morning. (and more tissues, as well.)
now go take a hot shower. the steam will help. and then hurry down to the chemist and get some more sudafed, so you won't feel like this tomorrow morning. (and more tissues, as well.)

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ZOT! ZOT! ZOT! OUT, Damned Crud!
And I really mean it, this time. Let our Foxkit go!
Do they have fancy tissues in England, or is that a spoiled Yank consumer thing? By fancy, I mean with little moisturizers in them to keep your nose from stinging? If they have them, get some, but don't leave them on the upholstery.
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