But I had to exchange my intelligence for a medicated haze in accordance with the agreement arbitrated by DayQuil. I have been assured that once the cold virus has been irradicated, the need for falsified health will be alleviated, and I will be able to return to something similar to intelligible.
Until then, I will continue to struggle to read my own hand writing, stumble up (and down) the stairs, and publish written excuses for why I can't do the very thing that I'm doing.
What’s That Sound, The Lucky Episode 13
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