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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Thursday 13 September 2007 (Day View)
13.09.2007 – Thursday 13 September – Deathly Throat Plague
- • I worked, as I usually do.
- • I have come down with a sore throat, sore head, sore lower neck, sore eyes, sore brainstem, sore frontal and rear lobes, sore behind the ears, sore glands, and so on. I also do not feel very well. Brinda has had this for a day now, and apparently it’s very bad and she’s searching for stronger drugs.
- • After a short troubled sleep—wherein many of the world’s problems were solved, but unfortunately the solutions forgot when I awoke—I drove to Hungry Jack’s for a sustaining, healthful, veggie baguette, and the IGA for paracetamol and cough medicine for Brinda.