Am sick. Bad chest cough, achiness, the works. Don't want to move. Don't want to eat. Don't want to perform in my play. Unfortunately, play does indeed start at 5pm, and I have no excuse to get out of it. I'm not dying yet.
Blegh. Just blegh.
Blegh. Just blegh.
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