Back on the Drugs Agane

[desperance]

Sigh. My doctor is dissatisfied; I am dissatisfied. I am remedicated. As I live and breathe, I am tired of this. Of course, without this, neither of those two conditions would apply, so it ill behooves me to complain; but still, be it noted, I do. Ill-behooved or otherwise. It sounds like a veterinary complaint: "This cow is ill-behooved!"

In other news: there is no other news. You've had all my news today. I'm going to try to scrape out another half a page, before I toss together a quick Thai chilli noodle soup with beef and vegetables (see, I told you I was sick: I'm an invalid! I'm living on soup!) before I go out into the chilly night to see "Pirates of Penzance" with Gail. I have about ten minutes. Half a page. I can do that. If I stop doing this...

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