I wanted a pill and I got one. Cefaclor -- an antibiotic. I worked myself sick. Sick as a dog. I'm famous for it in my family. Used to always happen at end of semester during finals. Anyway, I feel awful and have zero energy.
Even the bottom of my feet are bruised. There are these little red stars on the bottom of my feet that hurt. And I've only worked in my cushy crocs.
I'm going to watch a movie and hopefully sleep more. Susan come home late tonight. That's the news from Lake Wobegan.
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