I am sick. I hate it. My head a-splode.
On the plus side Regan and I finished watching the third season of Six Feet Under this weekend in between several long trips that I took alone in the car. "There, fuck you car. Now you're locked". Intense!
I'ma go barf now.
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Poor Sherry. I'm sorry I passed my terrible illness on to you. What you need is a Sherry who will come to your house and take you to the store to buy Nyquil and advil and yoghurt. Like the Sherry that I have.
That's some good Sherry.
Feel better soon, or we're going to have one sick-tacular weekend.
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