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I spent all day in the hospital.
Here at work I passed out, on the way down hitting my head on a corner.

I'm fine, really. There's absolutely nothing wrong with me, in fact, I'm perfect.

I just need to eat more. Like the 4 chipotle burritos a day isn't enough...

I hate hospitals, it made me worse to have a needle jabbed in my arm. I hate needles.

I'm still peeling those fuckin EKG machine stickys off me.

One sticky fell off and I flatlined for like a half an hour before someone came in... encouraging.

No, no machine went *ping*, no sexy nurses.