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The battle against the Martian Death Flu continues. Last night was awful. I didn't take anything (and by "anything," I mean "Nyquil") before hitting the sack, and coughing fits kept me awake until nearly 3AM. The Nyquil finally kicked in, and I slept until 10 or 11.
Of course, this kept me from going to the cookout with CPTAAL and D and The Goths. Which sucks, as I was looking forward to seeing all of these good folks. D's still fighting off her own strain of this funk, with added fever. I feel better now than I did this time yesterday, so I'm hoping that means I'm finally shrugging it off. Means I've lost a holiday weekend, but there are worse things, especially with next weekend also a three-day stretch.
Of course, this kept me from going to the cookout with CPTAAL and D and The Goths. Which sucks, as I was looking forward to seeing all of these good folks. D's still fighting off her own strain of this funk, with added fever. I feel better now than I did this time yesterday, so I'm hoping that means I'm finally shrugging it off. Means I've lost a holiday weekend, but there are worse things, especially with next weekend also a three-day stretch.
