Sick

I was going to write my senior year reflec­tion tonight, but I feel like I’ve been shat out by howler mon­keys, eat­en by them once again, regugi­tat­ed, and then flung against a cold slimy win­dow.

I’m going to go nest under a mas­sive pile of blan­kets now and sweat this fever away. It is, after all, my only symp­tom.

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