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Sunday, November 09, 2003


*sniff* 

I am sick (as in physically, durrr) and I hate every minute of it.
I hate how the virus/germ/whatever is ravaging through my body, causing me to feel super nua and listless.
I haven't done anything but sleep the whole day and still I want to sleep somemore.
Getting up from bed makes me giddy and see stars.
My lips are dry and cracking, as is my voice.
I am perspiring and yet I feel cold and shiver.
My eyes are puffy with all the tears shed when I sneeze.
When I applied moisturizer on my poor nose last night, it stung like hell and my eyes teared somemore.

I hate this.

yAnn at 11/09/2003 07:58:00 PM

"Compared with me, a tree is immortal;

And a flowerhead not tall, but more startling

And I want one's longevity and the other's daring."

-- Sylvia Plath's "I am Vertical"