Wednesday was horrible, I couldn't really move all day. Yesterday I felt fine, almost good enough to go play soccer. Yet here I am today with a headache and coughing up something that looks like the broccoli soup that my mom made one time, and one time only.
Who told these illnesses that they could mutate with a sense of humour? The old "fooled you!" trick might work great for political campaigns, but let's leave it out of cases of personal well-being.
Blair out.
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