June 5th, 2002 · No Comments

I’m about to spontaneously combust. My apartment is 8 million degrees and so humid it feels like I’m trying to breathe underwater. I’m laying in bed, tossing and turning, too hot to sleep. My throat is on fire and there was much drama at work today, which is also helping me to not sleep. I have a fever of 101. I’m about to go up in flames.

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