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Wow. I'm sick.

And it's in my lungs.

I have become exhaused and sore from caughing. I cannot swallow unless it is followed by a drink of water, or more caughing. I could not hear out of my left ear for most of my shift at work, from which I left for home an hour and a half early. I've had a fever.

The weekend rocked and had many good points to it, though there was a half time show of immense unhappiness which has apparenlty been 'swept under the carpet'. There is much good to look forward to in the next week and I think I want to have a voice through it.

I think it's time to sleep.

PS: "You're talking to paper clips." - Donivan, the Duke of Glass, to B. Bartleby, Esq.