Fever thoughts aka nothing
I feel like a video game protagonist who beat the final boss and spontaneously powered down to nothing for the next fight
Fever thoughts aka nothing, alc, bad
not that I would. I only figured out that my right nostril was just try and needed recirculated mask air, and if poking it with a stick before then would've made me explode like a death star, that'd be like shooting the thermal exhaust port with another death star
Fever thoughts aka nothing
Woke up with the sentence "my boyfriend says he's cooking up something, but all I see is him sauteing hot iron nails in a pan"