WebKittyn Warbles
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Sick Sicker Sickest
Seems I got whatever the housemate had.
I feel like crap. I can't breathe, I can't move, I feel like death on two legs.
I thought I could sit here for a few, I'm dizzy.
Not bad enough I lose a few fake friends over the week, I get the friggin' plague.
Back to bed with me. Cell is on if anyone needs me.
I feel like crap. I can't breathe, I can't move, I feel like death on two legs.
I thought I could sit here for a few, I'm dizzy.
Not bad enough I lose a few fake friends over the week, I get the friggin' plague.
Back to bed with me. Cell is on if anyone needs me.
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