I've got this stupid bloody head cold thingy again! There's some unpleasant ick lurking behind my nose and in my sinuses and it won't come out damnit. I'm speaking like Marge Simpson tho maybe an octave lower. Even my own mother thought she'd rang the wrong number last night when I answered the phone.
My body is falling apart at the moment. It's probabaly fighting back against some wrong doings I have inflicted upon it. Having given up the cigs almost 9 months ago, I thought I'd be starting to feel the benefit but nooooo. Wonky knees, snotty nose, iron deficient yadda yadda yadda.
It's getting old now, oh body of mine. I'd like for you to get back into some kind of order so that I am able to slowly return you to a slimmer fitter self through torture sessions at the gym. I know I have neglected you somewhat over the last 20 years but please just hang on in there and I'll come thru for ya, I promise I will. All you gotta do is stop falling to pieces on me in the meantime.
Now that's not too much to ask for is it?
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