I have a cold.
I'm depressed and I have a cold.
I know this is the place to spill my guts, but I don't want to at the moment. I'm sure my mood will improve as my health does.
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A Case of Exploding Mangoes
In the DVD Player
Doctor Who Season 2
On the iPod
Kings of Convenience - Declaration of Dependence
6 comments:
Sorry, Matty. Just got over that crap. Does it feel like there's a midget inside your head who's constantly trying to blow up the Underdog balloon from the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade?
Yes, it does. And all the little balloon carriers keep marching up and down my body like it's Fifth Avenue.
Stress? You were under stress this semester? And here I was thinking we were having the best time with our late night cram sessions and shared pancakes. Feel better honey. And stay away from me (but know I love you!) Saw Cindy yesterday at Taco John's...gossip for you the next time I see ya.
Thanks guys - your comments have cheered me up,no end. Special shout out to Troy and Heather. Good to hear from you, Troy.
"Matthew! Don't speak!! DON'T!! Your cold may have plugged your sinuses like the Aswan High Dam, but soon like Clytemnestra and her beloved Aegisthus, they will open to you like a magnificent...a magnificent NO MATTHEW! DON'T SPEAK!! NO! DON'T!! DON'T SPEAK!!"
Sorry to hear that you're down in the dumps, buddy. Thought a friendly greeting by Helen Sinclair would cheer you up.
C to the hadley
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