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I love this feeling -- when you've been dog sick for a few days, and you finally start feeling human again -- when you've peaked the sicky curve, and head back down to normal. (And use a lot of dashes in your writing.)

I feel as if I could bench-press a car, liberate Poland with a used cotton ball, or actually eat food.

Of course, when this urge strikes me, I eat too much, and lay there thinking,"Oh my god, I shouldn't have eaten the entire bin of biscotti."

But I'd rather feel sick from baked-goods overdose than some little bug having an orgy in my stomach.

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