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17 December 2008


Ugh, I'm sick. I have no voice and my throat is sliced with daggers sent from deep in my chest. They barely rattle when I cough because they're packed in so tightly. I waited out the snowy morning rush hour, and then work closed early. I spent the entire afternoon and evening on the couch, resting. I'm lucky I got sick during this odd snow-week, because I don't have the time off I'd need to stay home, and I still can't find my SecurID to be able to use the work VPN.