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Recovering sickness. Sitting at home rumpled and unshaven. To rebalance myself away from intellectualism I'm reading "A Civil Campaign" by Lois McMaster Bujold - good, as usual.

listening to Bassnectar | Track 13 of Mesmerising the Ultra disk 2

Cold

1. Low temperature.
2. Mild illness involving a chest cough, occasional muscle aches and wooziness.

My external, and internal environments are both suffering a cold. Staying wrapped up and reading. Craving imaginary food and coffee. Brain still working.

listening to (in my head on endess repeat) The Front Lawn | We don't know how lucky we are EDIT: It was Fred Dagg, thanks to BeKitty for correcting me.