I’m sick. Really. Throat is on fire, achy…grrr.

I’m sure it’s airplane related.

As much as I would like to go see Amy Steinberg tonight at the Q, I doubt I’ll make it.

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I’m still in the lead over at the Laureate election, but only by four votes.

Right now I’m too ill to care much, so blah blah vote, blah blah haiku, blah blah thanks.

That’s probably as coherent as anything else I’ve said lately.