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Sickness has kind of enveloped my life for the last two days. I've been more sick in the 10ish months I've had this new job than the last ten years of my life combined. I can only assume the work is sucking the will to be healthy directly from my mucus membranes and then laughing maniacally as each new malady overtakes me.

I'm hitting enter twice and starting new paragraphs for each of these little subsections as if that justifies my non sequiturs. Unfortunately I'm simply to lazy and sickish feeling to write some reasonable transitions, so you get to suffer from my lack of literary prowess.

I'm supposed to run an MC fun run tonight. For this I am excited. Raiding with little to nothing at stake seems to bring out the silliness in my guildmates, and it is this silliness that makes me love them. Unfortunately it isn't welcome in our Naxx25 runs as we fuse with another guild of like-minded "casualistas" for the undertaking as we can't quite muster up the numbers to conquer the dread citadel on our own. This leads to lots of silence which makes me uncomfortable. It's in those moment I turn to my wife and ask her some inane question simply so I can hear noise. Speaking of my wife, if anyone would like to donate to a fund I have dubbed "My Pocket" in order that we might purchase a viable platform for her to join me in my WoW adventures on, that would be most appreciated. She has the desire, but we lack the means. Curses to being poor and happy.

I'm done now, I must locate some more medicine that may or may not help any symptoms I may or may not have in an excuse to keep myself drugged and on the precipice of unconsciousness. I am attempting to maintain a persistent zombie-like state.