I posted on my evening but I must have worked my liver overtime. Every time I move my body, I start sweating. I am that gross guy on the subway you don't want to sit next to. Sorry dude, now you know why I wanted the aisle seat.
Off to work. Tonight is supposed to be a Dark Lord tasting, but if this cold is still in full swing I may have to pass.
tragic
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