The Giant Fighting Robot Report

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Friday, May 21, 2004

*cough* *hack*

When I was a sophomore in high school, I had a horrible death flu thing that was noxious enough that I should have stayed home. Instead, I went to school for a couple of days and coughed like crazy. My biology teacher called me Hack for the rest of my time there.

Today we had a conference and an emergency trip to Storage and through it all I had NyQuil haze. About five minutes ago I had a cold sweat, though my thermometer says I'm normal. (Slightly below normal, actually.)

So I spent part of the evening watching Futurama and the rest trying to avoid coughing up a lung. Perhaps I should take Monday off.