Enter at your own risk! [Cue ominous music.]
Thanks to everyone's who inquired after me. I'm feeling a wee bit more energetic, now that I've got an appetite back, but I still feel like I've been hit by a truck; my sides and back are so sore—and I kind of look like I've been hit by a truck, too, since, thanks to my immune system drones busily battling the Plague, no one's manning the acne battle station. I fear being carted away to a leper colony by the end of the weekend after a mistaken diagnosis based on my current complexion.
A leper colony, or possibly a middle school. On yearbook picture day.
TFIF, Shakers. Belly up to the bar and name your poison…
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