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It's official. I am allergic to something on Christmas trees. For the past 5-6 years, everytime we got a real tree, I came down with the worst fucking cold imaginable just a day or two later. One of those years, I ended up getting Walking Pneumonia. This year, we don't have a tree, but Nettie (the roommate...forestry major) brought home some tree branches to decorate the house with last weekend. I have not been sick in over a year until this morning, and it's a doozy. Today is the worst possible day to feel sick enough to die, too...and finals are next week. Something tells me this bug won't go away until after Christmas, so I'm screwed.

I'm coughing so hard that I'm getting dry heaves, and I run a fever and get hazy when I concentrate too hard (I know that sounds like something a hypochondriac would say, but it's true). Yeah, finals will be great fun...

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Who posted the little cartoon about the cat sitting on the guy's lap? I tried looking for it, but I'm not sifting through 80 of y'all's journals to find it. That's right, I said y'all. It sounded right.