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I made up a quirk for her. (However, I'll leave it to you to figure out what.) Tharah Pnnnth ith definitely not me, and as such her quirk is definitely not some shit I do all the time and really need to cut out. (Also, my hair looks way better than that today.)
Me and both my parents are staying home from work today due to being basically fucking dead. (Also, my cat is coughing up phlegm.) I went to the doctor because I'm not a big wuss about medical care unlike SOME people I know. (Say, Dad.)
I got two kinds of pill and a lukewarm endorsement of kratom, which was kind of funny. ("Yeah, you'll find a lot of hysteria in the news - don't take them too seriously. You'll probably be fine.")
I made the doctor give me some duckbill surgical masks and rubber gloves so I can go in to work tomorrow without infecting all the kids. (However, I may decorate them with an image of an actual duck.) Steroids combined with opioids make me feel fucked up so I'm kind of sitting here vibrating and sweating right now. (Also, I've decided that mind honey is the same thing as Prisoner's Honey and that's the entirety of my cultural and intellectual contribution to this fucking day.)
