Bleh. I don't feel well. I ate some macaroni and cheese and spent yesterday lurching from bed to the bathroom and back again. And out in the backyard for a little bit. I managed to wrestle the Open Pages queue into decent shape, though, deadly macaroni-based illness or no.

Back to work today, though, as there's no way out of it. Can't really manage a coherent entry, though.

Check out who's back! Throw off your mourning, people, the sun shines again!

Today's horoscope:
Even if surrounded by extravagance, you can be the voice of reason. Think before spending.

One year ago today:
I suffered, but I may be scarred for life.

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