Sunday, October 27, 2013

I just worked a 12-hour shift. My body is sore, I can't stop shivering, my throat is angry and swollen, and my oral temperature is 103.6. I'm so miserable, I cannot sleep. I hate to sound needy, but I'm starting to think someone should put me out of my misery. Womp, womp. 

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