Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

I'm sick, my throat's sore, my head hurts, and the only thing I can stand to listen to is the Piano soundtrack. It's that bad.

Everyone has their own pet cure for a cold, have you noticed? Drink water, drink juice, take vitamins until you rattle. Feed it, starve it, go to bed, go for a long run.

None of them actually work, of course. No, you just have to try and do them all, and swelter under the devillish cloud of the dastardly virus until it's well and truly done with you.

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