Still feeling crappy, I really thought this illness would run its course by now. I don't have a fever but I'm still having fever-naps, like the one where I suddenly had 137 emails in my work in-box. Why my subconscious chose the number 137 is beyond me. I like to think that's the age at which I finally kick. I need to check my QuitBit:
Via Brand Flakes for Breakfast.
Via Brand Flakes for Breakfast.
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