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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Hello, Clatsop Crud. Goodbye, brain. And LOOK AT THAT SKY. I'm going to ask Josh to come home for lunch, place me in the wheelbarrow, tuck in a fluffy blanket, and push me around in the sun.

PS later: No, the Crud is neither an STD nor a weather phenomenon. It's a fold, a clu -- that thing between a bad cold and the real flu that starts with a throat on fire and a feeling elsewhere that you had WAY too much to drink last night. You can take the warning and work through the head fog to get the necessaries done today -- clean the cat boxes, buy toilet paper and soup, gather the recycling, wash a load of laundry, answer a few emails, wash your hair, call your mother -- or you can go without and let it all rot for the next week because after today, you won't give a damn.