This sickness thing could not come at a worse time.
I was supposed to use this week to write 25-30 pages of my thesis.
I am supposed to sing two services tomorrow. Right now I sorta croak.
And then I was supposed to meet with Jane Ellen, Dave and Jen to talk about a church plant in the south loop. That ain't happenin' either.
I am just trying to get off the couch. Urf.
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