I started my job today at The Oreck Showroom Store. I put in 11 hours and I am so tired that I could kill a cat just so I could stuff it and use it as a pillow. Top it off with the fact that I have a cold that could be in the Guiness Book Of World Records as the world's worst ever cold. I can barely talk. My nose is running like a faucet and my throat is on fire. If I find the man that gave me this cold, I'm gonna give him such a scolding.
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