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Day Three. Ready to die now. Anyone want to give me two farthings so I can pay for my way across the river Styx?
I finally begged off work, if only because I woke up this morning and could barely squeak out my reasons for not going in. The doctor (not the one I’m dating) has told me that I have strep throat and the beginnings of a marvelous chest cold. Hurrah.
Of course, it’s slated to snow today, so while standing in line to pick up my prescriptions, people were stuffing their shopping carts with milk and bread. It’s really quite funny to see the panic some people work themselves up to when the word ‘snow’ is mentioned. At the most, we’ll get about an inch or two to stick, which isn’t cause for concern.
Oh, well. Time to lie back down in bed and futz around with Metroid: Prime some more.