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Sleeping the sleep of.... ow. Ugh. Guess where I'm not at? La escuela! Muy bien. I'm siiiiick. I don't feel gooooood. And I need to get better, so I can go see Mercedes McNab tomorrow. But noooo, my body's just deciding to kinda give up for today. I swear... I'm typing this with eyes half shut, and... it's not a fun feeling. My throat hurts, my nose is stuffy, my head is pounding, I'm achey. Oi. I don't like this. But, on the plus side, I don't have to go to school, so... y'know. Whatever works out. Dad's gonna watch Just Married with me, then I'm gonna curl up and sleep. And sleep. And sleep. And it will be good. <-Ghost-> Music: Hammering in my Head; Only Happy When It Rains-Garbage Keep Myself Awake-Black Lab Episode: Uh. Er. Parting Gifts (Angel) Cause my head hurts. Quote: SPIKE: I was right there with you, fightin' the good fight. BUFFY: ... You were sleeping the sleep of the knocked unconscious. SPIKE: Well... yeah. Points for intent, though. |
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