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The SIKness written @ 6:45 a.m. on August 18, 2003 It is early. I have been up. My fever is getting worse. I have an AWFUL case of tonsilitis. The doctor was giving me alot of shit. It's a pretty fucking bad infection, i guess. My tonsils are all swollen (like golf balls) and they have this whitish green shit all over them. It is the grossest thing I have ever seen in my whole life. It makes me want to puke---oh! Wait, that is what I have been doing. Scott is being such an asshole to me about it too. You think that your boyfriend would be sweet, caring, CONCERNED,and even the slightest bit understanding. But he isn't. I have been running a fever, and he doesn't seem to give a shit. Except that he told me that he, "Can't afford to catch it from me." and he was like, "I don't know what you expect me to do about this. It's not like I can help you." Come on. Hold me. Goddammit. If he's going to get it, he would already have it. I've been sick for days. I mean, he lives with me... I hope Nena doesn't get it. She's been so sweet about all this shit. I woke her up this morning, at like 5:45... Scott was being such a dick, and I was having some major shaking issues. My fever is so fucking bad I was shaking. My body is so HOT, but I feel sooooooo COLD. And I have to take these HUGE antibiotic pills. Eww. God. I feel like shit. Tom, if you read this... e-mail me!
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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