My head feels like it weighs 200 pounds, and most of that weight is in mucus. The base of my skull must have been pounded on the concrete for awhile. My nose is a fountain of what appears to be corn syrup, but upon further inspection is definitely snot. My palms are clammy, my body is alternately on fire and freezing, and my eyes are being pushed out of my skull. Getting up to get more tea exhausts me. Based on this evidence, I am either turning into a zombie or I have a cold. At least being a zombie would be fun for awhile.
written by Ruthie @ 7:21 PM  
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Name: Ruthie
Home: Japan
About Me: I want to know who God is and what his truth is. I love getting lost in beautiful music and cloudless star-filled skies, especially in the fall. I hate being bored. I like big cities. I want to travel the world.
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