The mystery of my mood…


Well, mystery of my mood is solved. My whole mouth is broken out with fever blisters and canker sores…I have never had this before – never had a fever sore, ever. Every lymph node is swollen – whole neck is stiff. Eyes are leaking yuck.

I should have realized I was getting sick when I was impatient with Buster’s playing. Time to sleep and beef up the vitamin C, I guess.

Blogging will be light. It’s okay, you don’t want to be around me right now, anyway. I cranky.

If you get a chance, go see Beth’s takedown of the whole Bush is too manly crapola narrative. And go see Michelle’s plea for the life of this Christian man. The church is always at its strongest and most fervent when martyrs are falling…but let us pray it does not come to that. This is hopeful.

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