ARG!
My head is stuffed.
Feels like cotton, or maybe rocks.
And it hurts to breathe,
like my cat sat on my chest and won't move.
I hate feeling like this.
It sucks. I hate it.
Could be worse, could have to stay home in bed.
Wait, that'd be better!
I would not be losing things.
Pens, pencils, papers, my mind!
I want to go home.
Crawl in bed.
Be dead to the world for at least another 4 hours.
And then try again in the morning.
Maybe.
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