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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Hack, Cough, Die

The cold has now moved into my lungs. I am not looking foward to flying. However, due to the magic of modern medicine, I plan to be asleep before the plane even takes off.
Merry Christmas to me.
Posted by Jazz at 2:41 PM

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