Nibblet

I have a wierd cold that feels like a casserole is baking in the left side of my frontal lobe. The right side has one of those Road Runner/ Wile E Coyote style anvils kerplunked into it.
My neck feels a bit like some wierd tiny critters have taken up residence and chit chat amongst themselves day and night.
I breathe just fine. The sensation is equivalent to breathing in warm swimming pool water. Pass the Copertone!
Other than that, I feel great.
Hey, if I get really lucky, I might get laid tonight!
Nothing like fucking when you're sick! Feels groovy.
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