DEAR SICK: DIE

I’m sure you remember with vivid clarity: this time last year, I was super sick for like a whole month, because I did not stop to acknowledge the fact that I was, you know. Sick. I feel it comin on again, and this time: NO. I will not sit idly by and let drought air fill my head with muck. I WILL FIGHT.

I WILL ALSO GIVE GELSONS NINETY SEVEN DOLLARS.

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