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I'm sick. The week before the finals. I have the flu. Everything hurts, all my muscles are hyper-sensitive, and even when my jeans touch my skin, it hurts. This is bad. This is very, very bad. I have five finals. All in three days. Next week. I am sick. Whoever thought this up needs to die, like, NOW. It can't be that I'm so out of shape that a few hours with a baby has made me hurt like a truck ran over my body. AND I have work tonight. AND my supervisor has been cracking down on people missing shifts.

And have I mentioned that I've got 5 finals to study for and I can barely walk? Yeah.

Ok, bitching's over. Now I'm going to go and figure out a way to take care of this crap.

Lalalalalala...nothappening...lalalalala...