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Sniff. Waaah.

17 November 2010

Stupid viruses.

I felt a little twinge of it in my throat this morning. By noon I had to accept the fact that I'm sick. And tonight I just want to wrap myself in flannel and get all loopy on Neo Citron. It's cherry-flavoured. I half-considered cutting it with a little flavoured vodka, but didn't.

The alarm clock will still go off in the morning and I will still have to brave the newly-arrived cold and I will still be expected to hit completely unreasonable tolerances and generally perform magic with my lathe.

I seriously need to learn to be more of a baby when I'm sick. I never was any good at plying sympathy out of people.

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