Instead of spending a quiet Sunday watching the biased political liars on TV, my day was spent fighting the bacteria cult that decided to make my body its new home. When a battle is being waged between those who would make me weak, give me a headache, and keep me nauseated for hours, it is an unfair fight. Consequently, I figured I'd starve the enemy. To avoid eating, I slept most of the day..
Had I been conscious for long I might have enjoyed the memory of the dreams I had, but alas, Morpheus wiped out all thoughts.Morning finally arrived and here I am dragging myself on a trip back to the living. Perhaps I'll be coherent by tomorrow.
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Had I been conscious for long I might have enjoyed the memory of the dreams I had, but alas, Morpheus wiped out all thoughts.Morning finally arrived and here I am dragging myself on a trip back to the living. Perhaps I'll be coherent by tomorrow.
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