Hey on fuckers, it's Max, here with 99.

This is omnibus.

I am a little head coldy right now, so I apologize for that.

Hopefully, 99 does most of the heavy lifting and talking, because I'm sure it can be annoying to listen to me in my head voice here.

Not only do I have a summer cold, which means I'm just completely reverted to being a five-year-old and I'm like a pissy typical man with a cold.

I have poison ivy.

And it is so gross.

I have it on my arms and I have like one of those little bubbles in between one of my, you

know, two of my fingers.

And I literally feel like I'm seven years old.

And I just want to be back in my bed from when I was little, when my mom would like come in and

check on me every seven minutes to see if I had a fever.

And she would be feeding me Campbell's tomato soup with crunched up ritz crackers.

Now, I don't know what anybody's go-to sick meal is, but that is my go-to sick meal.

That just brings me all of the late 70s, early 80s, crying, sick, and bed vibes.

I also had this very bizarre apple pattern wallpaper. It was all red, white, and blue,

but they were just a bunch of apples. And I can remember being little and sort of fever dreamish

with my tomato soup sort of sitting right on my little bedside table there and just like trying to

see if any of the apples were different in counting the apples

and like dozing off.

And so that's where my head's at right now.

I am I am such a little bitch when I get sick.

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