Feb
13
Misery and Woe
2008 | Filed Under Homelife |
Can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t hardly breathe.
And the gorram doctor — I actually broke down and called a professional — can’t see me until tomorrow morning.
I thought about going to the ER — it really feels like that — but without a bullet in my gut I’d probably just lay around in even more misery there.
Woe!
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