Well, I'm feeling slightly better today, which isn't saying alot. Yesterday's excess of mucus has vanished, to be replaced by an equally attractive tubercular sounding cough.
(No, really, there's no need to thank me for bringing the word "mucus" into your day. I've had happiness enough just knowing that it's there, eh.)
So how sick am I? I'm feeling so poopy that I turned down a dinner invitation for tonight.
The Woman Who Will Do Anything Not To Cook turned down a free dinner.
Those of you who are looking for signs of apocalypse in the new millenium are well advised to mark this day on your calendars.
As for the rest, feel free to go back to whatever you were doing.
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