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Saw PS I Love You. Was good. Almost cried. Please send me one Gerard Butler and on JDM please.

So the roommate, Dee, and I are thinking about going to Ireland. Which yes I've been before. But not everywhere. And they really haven't been anywhere. I still want to make it to England and Scotland sometime.

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So I finally came down with the death. Or you know the really bad cold that's been going around. My body announced this by waking me up at 5 am, 3.5 hours after I last looked at a clock and 4 hours before I needed to be up, because I couldn't breath. I slept fitfully until 9. I feel like death warmed over and I'm still not having much luck with the breathing thing. Work is going to be so much fun today.

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So I just gagged up half my breakfast while trying to cough up phlegm. Today's going to be a lot of fun isn't it?

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I think my roommate is dead. Well not really, but I haven't seen her since I got home. So she must be sleeping. I sort of want to sleep. But not enough to actually try.

Still have the death cold. Have been informed that tomorrow I will really wish I was dead, or possibly just call into work. I don't think I will. Because it's me and I went to school with pneumonia before.

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In not sick news I just found out today that a concert Dee and I were thinking about going to, but didn't get tickets to because we waited to long, was canceled, so I'm glad we didn't get tickets. Because I probably would have pitched a huge fit, mostly in my head, if two out of the first three concerts I tried to go to go canceled.

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Okay so the roommate wasn't sleeping like a dead thing. She wasn't home. And her mom drove so her jeep was still here. This is what I get for being to polite to turn on her light and check to see if she was in her room.