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I found out that those previously thought useless anti-biotics are doing a nice job of not having me die. I probably wouldn't die, but they are helping in a very passive and, "...hey, found some bacteria. Maybe I'll just clear this up, or not, either way..." sort of fashion. It turns out they're doing a number on an ulser that I had convinced myself wasn't there. Apparently it isn't... now.

Take that illness! I don't want you around. If you're reading this and happen, by chance, to be the very essence of disease, then you can ******** right off! It's been a month+ of coughing and hacking. The vomiting has been a down right treat as well, especially when I'm walking home in a field. (I don't have to take the field, but it's just as inconvenient)

I'm in an akward frame of mind... I have never heard of a person not going to a party if I was not there. I'm just not that sort of chap. I'm of the, "...oh, he's here too. Aces I suppose, I could take it or leave it..." variety. It made me feel good, but at the same time confused. This doesn't happen, in general, or in nature (so I hear). It's a bit like having a hot neighbor tell you, "You're an a**, but your cat is nice." VS. "Cool shirt, wanna screw?"

Thoughts on the matter, hate mail, or petty nonsensical ravings of a bum derelict... I'm open to anything here.