Urgh, I think I'm dying. This stupid little voice in my head keeps being all, I'm ninety percent sure you've just got a cold. But I'm all SHUT UP VOICE I'M DYING OVER HERE. I've tried massive amounts of allergy medicine and tequila, but neither seems to have helped beyond letting me pass out on the couch for a little while.
Also, there are FIVE beetle-y things gathered in my room and I fear they have sensed my weakness and are planning an attack. This may be my last post. Go in peace, gentle reader. Go in peace.
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