all is quiet from his end

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it hurts to drive, to walk up and down stairs, to sit, to open doors. Everything is falling apart, it's getting progressively worse. George came by with a venti sized machiato and I cannot sleep. But of course as an excuse, diuretics do help alleviate fevers to some extent. I think what most people fail to see is him. He possesses a rare brilliance that few people will truly understand since all they see is crazy nutso boy (which is true to some extent). He's heading down to the states for medicine after the fall semester ends and he's got three universities to choose from, one of which offers a full scholarship. Although I swear he's lived 3 lifetimes over in experience, he still has much to learn - he needs only to bide his time. As a friend, I honestly wish him well and all the best.

In the meantime, I hope I get a name to whatever it is I have. I am paranoid beyond comprehension and I only want to get better!