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I was feeling somewhat akin to ass. Achy (but not breaky, dog forbid) feeling, headache, sore throat, cough. My usual m.o. in a situation like that is to do nothing but hope it doesn't get worse. Since I really don't feel like getting sick, though, I went on over to the health center to get checked out. Waited an hour to see the doctor, who basically patted me on my hesh ass and told me to scurry on back to work. What the hell is the world coming to when you can't waltz into the infirmary at a university and find a quack willing to send you home with a sackful of medication? Sick, I tell ya, sick.

samhain

I have no plans to dress up for Halloween, but if I do, I have the ultimate costume plan: cut a bunch of holes in a white bedsheet and go as my man Chuck Brown on Halloween.