Today's atmosphere appears to be pregnant with anxiety and anticipation. How well will I hold up after being thrown blow after blow? Who's to say? Some 40-something med-school graduate?
Whatever.
I'm strong. I'm weak. I listen. I speak.
Well, right now I don't speak because my throat is swollen, and I have nothing to say.
Benadryl is now kicking in. Must succumb to slumber.
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