I was gonna post about this a few days ago but I kept forgetting, but better late then never, am I right?
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The other night before I went to bed-
*finishes reading My Roommates Are Killers by Doodle_Comix for the like third time (because it's so good and I kinda want a sequel-)* Imma go to bed.
~hours later~
*wakes up and walks into bathroom and looks into mirror* I look a little more pale then usual.... And this headache is killing me- *remembers that one part of the book* Nope. Nope. I'm going back to bed. And it's gonna turn out to be a normal cold. I am going to have to stop rereading that book.
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So the majority of the fist sick day I worried about becoming a thing from the book (which I highly recommend you read, absolutely amazing). So yeah, just some useless nonsense rant. Goodnight, my little monsters!
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