I'm in bed with an autumn cold. Maybe I was bad at comparing vodka drinks with a Russian prostitute who looked like a Zaku yesterday, but when I wake up, I have a headache. At first, I thought it was because I was tired, but I felt like I had a fever. When I took my temperature, it was 38 degrees, so I decided to rest for the day. I have no appetite, so I can only eat pork that has turned green. The fever makes me hallucinate on the ceiling that the president in love with Michael Moore is doing a ticklish dance. Even if I try to interfere with searches that I do every day, I can't help myself. So today was a bloody day... hopefully it'll be fine tomorrow. The end, the end★.
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