Sick
Since yesterday, I have not been feeling the greatest. I am going to try to go to job club. My arms are cold. Last night I was hot than cold. I was thinking maybe I was deathly ill and this was my chance to die and go to heaven. That might have been nice, since I feel like a screw up. What good will my poems show? I can't seem to find a frikkin job. Maybe I ought to get ready to see all the saints who have gone before me.Then again I took ibuprofen and Dayquill. I am coughing. I still have a few chills. Maybe it was just from wearing jeans, a polo and light jacket the other night. That should have been sufficient. Anyway, I will see how I feel later.
Marsha
posted by moshpitmarsha @ 7:58 AM
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