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It was a beautiful day, I didn't go outside.

I didn't feel good. I got up around 6 AM, something I don't usually do unless the house is on fire. Nightmares. And a body-wracking cough. Copious amounts of goo flowing out my nose. I paced the floor in circles. A vague stupor pressed down on me.

I took a hot shower, for about an hour. Then I took a cold shower. Then I took another hot shower. It left me spaced out and sleepy. I resisted. I refuse to give in. I protest. I'm mad.