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There is fiberglass in my lungs. Not, not really, but it sure feels that way. I am so incredibly sick. I don’t know if the massage brought this all up or what, but my sinuses & throat & lungs are ruined. I’m coughing like a tuberculosis-suffering, coal-mining, asbestos-breathing smoker. It hurts. ::sickly sob:: Tomorrow we’re…


So. Much. Stuff.

Y’know how I was complaining last post about it being cold and all that? Well, it’s bleedin’ snowing. It’s March. And it’s snowing. And will be for the next 2 days. I really dislike this time of year. Deep in my gut with the displeasure. I’m tired of the cold & the wet & the…