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[browncorduroy]

Officially, my immune system has turned to sand. I'm only ever well for two week increments, and then the sickness starts dripping down the back of my throat again, swelling my glands and filling all cavities in my head with noxious liquids. I am irritable and sluggish, and not up the task. Any task. Otherwise, I am happy. While recuperating for a spell in my family home, I discovered the Sleuth channel. Magnum, P.I. has made a triumphant re-entry into my life.

So I'm never coming back home.