Hic! Kill me. Hic! Kill me.
There is no hell quite like having reoccuring hiccups for an entire day. They attack like ninja, they fade out without you noticing. Then leap back into existence with a vengeance,just when you realize they've gone away. I think my diaphragm is making a bid for freedom.
(Hic.)
(Hic.)
(Hic.)
2.14.2006
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3:17 p.m.
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Have you been listening to Vogon poetry lately?
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