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While mesmerized with the lunar eclipse the other night, we were kidnapped by Nubians dressed as KISS, but they let us go after the second act of Henry V because they ran out of chocolate pudding. Quite civilized for a group of weight-watcher cannibals, don't ya think?
I told a friend that we are in good health. I inadvertently lied. I'm now convinced I'm getting a cold or possibly an unknown strain of plague because I've been coughing since last night. It's one of those throat tickle coughs that keeps coming back every few minutes and hurts and you have to cough whether you like it or not. My wife has been coughing too. We ignore the bits of lungs on the floor, but the cats seem to like the snacks. A full night's sleep is now but a distant memory with dreams involving naked people I don't know. It has to be a plot to deprive me of semi-conscientiousness so I don't know when to get up and pee. Then again, maybe it was the pudding.