Cough.
Sniffle.
Cough cough cough.
Gahhhhh, sore throat.
...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo...
Damn you, flu season! I was going to go see Obama in Tampa today! I was going to pass along my resume, and get hired in the West Wing, and hopefully get Josh's office and flirt shamelessly with a Donna-type, except you know more brunette-ish, and you know get off the unemployed schnide and everything! But the Secret Service isn't gonna let my sick ass anywhere near the guy! NOOOOOoooooooooo...
Off to the walk-in clinic. Sob cough cough.
If Obama ever reads this, be grateful I was thinking of your well-being. Now, HIRE ME!!! (glances about) there's gotta be a way to attach mah resume here...
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