I have flu. I woke up unable to speak. My sinuses have filled up. My knees, hips and back hurt. I keep sneezing. I keep going hot and cold, sometimes simultaneously. I got to college ten minutes after the nurse left, so I went to Boot's and stocked up on throat lozenges, nasal sprays and flu relief drinks.   I also got a copy of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' by Hunter S. Thompson. This is an entirely non-flu-related purchase.   I went to bed. Chris and Mark went to a party with Worcester and St. Catz colleges. I had a ticket. Bed seemed a better option.
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