Temp 105

The dead are raised, the lame walk, and the sick are healed. Well, I’m not exactly healthy yet, but getting there. I just love being sick. Sunday I had a temperature of 105. Then I remembered you’re supposed to shake the thermometer. Whoops. Sorry for skipping out on my daily thoughts for some much needed sleep. Now if only I had an appetite.

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