It's getting worse. Sitting at work. Can't talk. can't swallow.
no sick days left to take. doctor's appt in two hrs. whatever he gives me this time is going to knock me out. parents already left for dallas. roger just left for spain.
if I can't pull myself together i will spend christmas by myself. myself and the [germ]ans.
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