FreeThinker
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I'm in my robe, sitting up when I can, lying down more often than that, with my nose and upper-lip all crusty, goop in my eyes, and severe bed-head. I've got next to no attention span right now, and various excretia are issuing forth from an alarming number of orifices. I'm dizzy and disoriented, and have barely the strength to lift a cup of tea.
Selective editing tells you:
*cough, cough*
Selective editing tells you:
I'm not wearing any pants, and I'm too weak to fight you off.
*cough, cough*
