Can't sleep. Keep coughing. Coughing stops, nose is plugged. Can't breath. Coughing continues.
I've come to a decision. Instead of coughing into my elbow in public like i normally do, i will now be coughing into a harmonica. My bronchial suffering shall be music for the masses.
One of my horoscopes for today says:
Gemini, you're nearing the end of a long road, and for once, the future is wide open. .
Go to hell horoscope writer.
I cough on you.
this is what i am
- Brandon.
- I'm a human male in the 27th year of its life. That's all you really need to know for the time being.
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