Houston, we have a problem!
I am going on Day 3 of not leaving the apartment and I fear my fragile mind is about to fragment and the pigeons on the rooftop next door could be in danger of being slaughtered and posed in suggestive positions and then lowered from my window by crafting floss that has been braided so as to be pretty.
Fo shizz, this is not good. I look like a melted vomit ice sculpture and don’t feel too much better. There is no healthy food here and I can’t go get any because my face has most definitely had better days. I couldn’t sleep last night because all I have done for two days is lay in bed and watch television. My head hurts too much to read and today is Saturday so I can’t even IM with my friends! Had to cancel a date TWICE, had to bail on my friends THREE separate times, I’m missing my friend’s baby shower and a weekend with my family, I’ve not worked out for days AND I missed two days at work. What is going on? Someone save me before the pigeons get it and Mike Tyson hears about what I’ve done and comes here and punches me in my already ruined face.
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