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Grah. Can't talk and am coughing up a storm. The letter of today, boys and girls, is T. T as in the gallons that I will be drinking. Even though I can't really taste it, it is getting tiresome. I was just looking at one that said Cold Defense and commentented that it's gates were breached already, sorry. Not that I had many plans, but that it would have been nice to be able to work in the yard this weekend.