Kill Me Now

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I had a coworker comment on how, with my current husky voice from the cold of death, that I should start up a phone sex line to make extra money. I told him, yes, of course, and that I would call it “Dykes Mykes” and he shut up and left me alone.

I am drinking tea instead of mochas and am functioning solely due to an alarming number of pharmaceuticals. Death is not only an option, but a preference at this point.