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I managed to catch a cold to keep me company over Memorial Day Weekend. I feel as if a teeny tiny group of vicious weasels have set up camp in my throat, and are now engaged in a flesh tearing hoe down to the sound of really annoying banjo music.

I’ve been getting some knitting done, playing computer games, watching netflix dvds, and ordering my final “birthday presents to myself from me” (the new book by the author of Feeling Sorry for Celia, the Year of Secret Assignments, the Chris Ware all comics issue of McSweeney’s, and a couple manga). Now I’m going to see if I can gather my strenth to go out and procure some diet ginger ale and pizza, which I’m sure is the most healthy thing a sick person could possibly eat.