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I went to work today. I alternated between feeling bad and okay and then kinda bad and then kinda okay and then bad repeat.

I kept myself going with a promise. "Amber," I promised, "When you get done with this day, you will go to Borders and buy yourself one of those cookie-coffee-blendy drink things. This will make you life better."

And so it was done.

Now I am home with my coffee drink and water and cough drops and antibiotics and movies like "Bourne Supremacy" and "Quills." I tried to read a fic but I got through about three lines before my brain went something like "LOOLYLOOLYLOO" and instead I'm just going to watch the shit out of season 3 of The Tudors AT LAST and um...pass out.

Woooooo.