I am on my deathbed here at work. Two and a half hours till I crawl to the doctor. I want some meds!!
It is snowing flakes as big as golfballs. Can this be any more depressing??
Here is the brilliant spirit, the woman of sorrows, the woman of transcendent joy, who would rather be elsewhere, who has consented to perform simple and foolish tasks. Laura Brown The Hours
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