Sick. Sick as a dog.

I am feeling exceptionally sorry for myself this morning. I'm curled up in bed with every duvet and blanket I can find on top of me, because I just don't seem to be able to keep warm. Had a very unpleasant night, the details of which I will not share with you.

Being ill is a bad thing. It needs to go away.

Adam Tinworth

Living somewhere in the blogging/journalism intersection, and not particularly bothered about making a choice.

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Sick. Sick as a dog.
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