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[Nov. 14th, 2010|06:27 pm] |
*goes straight home and doesn't throw up, but doesn't feel much like eating anything, either* *begs off supper entirely (a rarity, to be sure) and goes to bed much sooner than he'd planned, cold and miserable* *figures he'll get up early to work on his paper*
*spends the first half of the night drifting in and out of weird, frightening dreams* *finally gives up on the sleep thing several hours before his alarm clock is due to go off, and in frustration, heads out to the kitchen for some milk*
*takes his mug to the living room and flips on the TV, muting it as he hunkers down on the couch under a knit throw* *vaguely hopes the infomercials might put him back to sleep* *...a hope that slowly drains down the tubes while the minutes tick by, the milk left untouched* |
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sick