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                           Hack, ack, ptooey *cough*
                                        
The dishes are piling up. So's the garbage. There are blankets and pillows
everywhere and I've been nuking food. 

Yes folks, I'm sick. 

Again. 

On the 24^th I woke up fine. On the 25^th I woke up feeling like Death Warmed
Over. Maybe not that bad, but enough to make me wish I could swap out my head
for a new one. 

I was feeling a little bit better yesterday, but tripping on a bookshelf (you
pretty much have to loose all sense of balance to do that) and almost onto
Spring [1], and sounding like a feral animal foaming at the mouth as I try to
breath last night I took as a signal that I probably shouldn't get out of bed
any time soon. 

Blarg. 

[1] http://www.springdew.com/

Email author at sean@conman.org

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