Was feeling better, now feel like slag. And now Prime has it.
More details later; I'm going to crash out. Again.
--Weasel, "Maybe I'll be over this shit by May. I can only hope."
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Tastes like coconut. And metal.
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My wife and I resolved last night to have my thing all taken care of by our first wedding anniversary, March 21st. So I'm on a freakin' mission.
Good luck with that. I'm thinking of you.
Right now Prime's not really happy with me. I keep telling him I didn't want to give him this, but he won't listen. (I think if he can complain, he might actually be feeling better. But that's just me.)
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