fever, bad

Not for anything, only for shameless declaration, I endured an eight-hour work day running an insane fever, coughing like an old dog, and talking like a tranny who’s about to cry. I’m just saying.

The thing is, I’m functioning well. I initially thought it’s caused by the meds; maybe, partly, but it’s got to be something natural inside. Wow. Hahaha!

In my very first effort of the year to top my fascination with Meet The Spartans, I am going to watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua later. Hahaha. This not-so-little girl needs some brainless fun.



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