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I don't particularly mind this famous new flu. I just mind having it. I mind having had it for well over a week and still get a fever by trying to live my normal life. And I mind very much my right lung feeling like somebody used it for a punching-bag (that was the lung whing had a slight case of pneumonia in February).

I want it to be over now. I have a life to take care of. My life.

Well, at least I can write even when sick. I have to nice stories, which I write in notebooks (I know, it's SO old school! ;)), and I figured out that the reason I didn't like the ending of Stringtheory (even after having written it twice) is because it needs to be longer. And I will do something useful for NaNoWriMo, just because I can... I just need... a little less fever, and life would be perfect!

So what have I missed in the close to two weeks I've been gone?