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On President's Day I became ill with a horrible sore throat and stayed in bed for three days before dragging my sorry ass to work today. Is it just me or does this smack of some kind of conspiracy: a Canadian suddenly becoming horribly afflicted with a "biological virus" (well, a cold) on the day that the USofA celebrates its "greatest" leaders. I'll leave Jack to wonder about that. Me, I'm just pissed because a long weekend that started so well -- hot, totally unplanned VDay date with Melle Mel, invigorating peace march, drunken karaoke -- ended so absolutely horribly. And now I roll back to work with a pile o' shit on my desk and my head hurts and wah wah wah.

Meanwhile, I guess I better not let the news get around that I was born in France or maybe I'll get my ass kicked by Bush supporters. Hear about the movement to rename french fries?!?!