Damn Dog

It's pretty surreal to revise otolaryngology/ENT surgery/head and neck surgery/whatever fanciful name with a blocked nose, trying to convince myself that my nose doesn't have a deviated septum and that my fingers are just undergoing some fanciful tactile hallucination.

Muscled through a first read of half the textbook in one sitting. Mild cilliary spasm as I type this. I'm weak, old and ailing.

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Ran like 6km at least today. In the sweltering heat. You see, I need the tan, to erase my old tanlines. And I need to burn off all the crud that I've eaten the past week, and the fulfilment of my vanity, et cetra.



The friendly neighbourhood Valium addict. I'm jealous.

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School tomorrow, dammit.