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Stricken! I. Sick. Since Sunday. It came on like a lion and has been leaving like a very friendly lamb. I have the kind of cough you can chew up and eat. Half an hour ago my head and nasal passages were about to explode - now the pressure is eased a little, something has flowed into some other body cavity and is no longer trying to get out my ears. My throat burns and is drier than a desert, my saliva made of silica gel. My voice is weak, my eyes are glassy, my nose is red. I feel like poo. I haven't been sick in years! This must be because I cut off my hair! Just like Samson! Oh, the pressure in my nose is back. It's like I've gotten water up my nose. Uggghhh, urrrrrrrgggh, and a couple coughs. I was listening to the radio last night. You should probably avoid getting into a situation that leaves you pining after a DJ, because you will interpret all of his subsequent playlists in any number of fanciful ways. Anyway, I skipped the running group last night because of my sensitive lungs, and am considering whether I should go to yoga tonight. I could go lay in a corner the whole time and that would actually be nice but I'd probably have to cough and snort every once in a while and that would be distracting to the other people. I wish I could sleep all night. Bah. And two races this weekend! Did go to a rock and roll show last night. It was interesting and I think we'll be hearing more about those guys in the future. That's not necessarily a good thing. It was interesting. And the crowd, so different! I hadn't been "out" in quite a while. Now all the kids are wearing plaid flannel shirts. Why.
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