Friday, January 25, 2002

Day Three. Ugh

Okay, this can't be a cold, it's got to be the flu.
I look like Sid Viscious right before he OD'ed.
I have no sense of smell. My sinuses are swollen like tennis balls under my skin.
Even the kitties are taking it easy on me.
They say a bad cold is a sign of emotional confusion coming to a head. I can see that.
But now I have to go back to bed.

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