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teh sick.

¶ September 22, 2004 by Rob Friesel

Ugh. I naively thought that I could escape the wrath of Whatever’s-Going-Around. But clearly I was mistaken.

Rearing its ugly little viral head last night I confused infection for exhaustion and went to bed early. Only to wake up feeling like lead paint chips. So much for my productive week.

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Software engineer by day. Science fiction writer by night. Weekend homebrewer, beer educator at Black Flannel, and Certified Cicerone. Author of The PhantomJS Cookbook and a short story in Please Do Not Remove. View all posts by Rob Friesel →

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