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I am not dead! At least, not entirely. Last week I had The Plague (tm). It started as an annoying cough that I thought was due to dryness. It then progressed into unpleasant fuzzyness in my head right in the middle of the office meeting. It then continued the next day in the form of a fever and throat that felt like it had been in a fight with Wolverine. Then I had two more days like that, complete with collapsing on the couch, drinking mysterious Canadian drugs (<3 Buckley's), and watching Buffy starting from episode one (I'm about halfway through the second season now). I even attempted to go to work last Thursday. I made it as far as the second streetlight, realized I was not going to make it to Brooklyn, and went back home to sleep. I feel about 90% human, 10% mucus now.
Now that I can breathe again and sit upright without keeling over, I should start meditating again.