Why does it hurts us? Why, Sméagol, whyy!?

Damn u bacterias from who knows where! It feels like I've been out, and while I was I just as well drank all of Russias supply of vodka, and that the punishment was beeing stuffed with cotton, making me an airhead. I look like a corpse, with shiny eyes and my voice sounds kind of like some mix with something from a horrormovie and Gollum. I hate having a cold... Im such a man when I get sick. Oh dear selfpity, make me a little bit stronger when it comes to beeing ill. I dont need to feel like Im dying a little bit inside everytime I catch something. Thank u. And to all; a good day.

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