Man.

WTF is it with my FL?

It’s like we’re all flattened with chronic shit — between  ,  ,  and   and me, I’m about to start up our own LJ hospital wing.

You folks get better, y’hear?  I hate being in races with folks to see who’s gonna have the worst horror story.

(and I’m typing this as I sit here strapped into an endoscopy camera rig that makes me look like a mad suicide bomber — and as hungry as I am at the moment, I’m about to go down to the local coffee shop & take hostages for cookies. Clear Liquid Diets SUCK.)

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