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You know that kind of sick where your skin is super-sensitive and even the bland cotton t-shirt you always wear to bed feels rough and scratchy? Yeah, that's where I am right now. That kind of sick where even though the only things I ate yesterday were a croissant, a bowl of cereal and a slice of almond cake, I'm really not that hungry and am heating up some soup on the off-chance that the smell will whet my appetite. The kind of sick where even though I'm fast running out of kleenex (which normally wouldn't be the end of the world, except that I'm low on toilet paper as well and so won't be able to substitute for more than a little while) I don't feel like putting on some pants and going to the corner store. I'm trying to get motivated by telling myself that if I want dry jeans on Monday, I'd better go out and buy laundry detergent NOW, because they'll take at least a day to dry.

At least I have plenty of clean underwear.