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There's absolutely no way to describe the relief. I just stopped everything and cracked.

Funny how one always hears about breaking down with a note of disapproval. Cleansing. New. New life is growing inside me and it all makes sense.

It's 5:12am and I just got home from work. Um, I went in at 2:00pm. Shite.

Aside from exhausted, how many weird personalities do I have to experience before someone understands that I GET IT!?! There are infinite possibilities for the eternal jest.

Mucinex works. Thankfully it was a slow day and my mucus was allowed to flow freely in great honkin' gobs of nastiness...
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Nothing makes a person appreciate the normal daily grind like sickness. I sound like a foghorn every five minutes, my face is bloated and mucus is exuding from every facial opening. I'm an alien. Specifically, I've morphed into the alien from American Dad ... minus the soap opera addiction ... and the lack of hair.

Note to self: Though I work in an after-hours bar, I need not lower my opinion of society as a whole based on the actions of the customers. I must remember all of the people, men especially, that I have met over the years and the positive influence they have had on my life.

Gods, this is wearing me out.