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Hoo-rah, the flood has subsided. This the part of a mutha sinus assault that works out... feel better, sound like shit. Nobody ever believes you when you get the uncomfortable part of being sick... they don't get that everything smells or tastes like ammonia, that you haven't had to pee for hours, because every bit of moisture in your body has exited through your nose. But this... voice two octaves deeper, eyes sunken or swollen... this gets attention. Better than a doctor's note. Good time to practice speaking French (so I used to think in school), all the right nasal overtones. Or singing the baritone harmony for doo-wop in a stairwell. There has to be an "up" side. Not being comatose is OK, too... though anithistamines make me feel like I'm wading through a salt marsh. Not one of those cocoon-in-the-bed-for-hours wars, I had to move some... passing out the marathon guides, locally. With the camera. 80�. Not to be wasted, even if I was. Remarkable sky... cobalt blue. There won't be much of that when summer kicks in for real. But today... ...was also good for sleeping in the sun, to bake the rest of the "ook" out of my head. For about three hours. Not a raised voice in the evening, as it's the usual denial time. At this moment, I don't give a damn. Forgive and forget... works if you've actually made an attempt to make things better. Not ignoring it. This will never change, this song-and-dance... unless you're fed. Up. At least the watery eyes are receding. Bizarre snap of the day... do you see the face in this picture?
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