I’m sick.
Man sick, even. The kind where the tone of my voice never changes from a whine and when I got out of bed this morning and nobody was around to console my mansickness, I had no choice but to spend a half hour describing my symptoms to my cats.
So I went to the convenient store to pick up whatever potions exist to make me feel better.
My first thought: Orange juice.
Fine, but boring.
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