Last week I was fairly sick. I woke up hating life every morning. I took a nap in Mrs. Voght's office every day during lunch. It was a miserable existence. This weekend, I just hung out and didn't really do much. So I woke up on monday and decided, "Hey. I don't feel like standing up today." So I didn't.
Awesome, right?
I went to the doctor. He had pinstriped pants and a shirt from the 70s. He was a nice guy. I have a virus. I need to take some sudafed.
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