Get behind me, virus
It did, and tried to throw me down as I ran slowly down to the workout joint, where I felt so crummy I DNF'd. Just wasn't feeling poorly enough to crawl into or under the bed, but now it's clear. We must fight it with sustenance.
Jorge Borges is starting to spin my brain; I guess I ain't intellectual enough for his material. Or maybe it's simply that my thoughts are clogged due to illness, but every other story in this collection seems incomprehensible.
Jorge Borges is starting to spin my brain; I guess I ain't intellectual enough for his material. Or maybe it's simply that my thoughts are clogged due to illness, but every other story in this collection seems incomprehensible.
posted by isabelita at 12:34 PM
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I think John mentioned some good liquids for that...
Yeah, but I don't like whiskey, and it don't like me.
Plenty of fluids and rest. That's the only thing that works reliably. Chicken soup is good, too. I hope you are feeling better soon.
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