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05 January 2010 8:59 PM
So much for hero talk

Throat infection, it is. I can feel the walls of my swollen throat gliding against each other. That lunch was last; I deserve a good knocking for it. But it was a good memorable last lunch nonetheless. So now, its 2 days of medical leave, a couple of days of silent-tv-hand-signal-best-attempt-facial-expression communication and chew-free meals.

Not to mention the bag full of DO NOT DRIVE, drowsiness-causing pills and syrups, on top of my already half-conscious state.

Hakeem's got it too. Oh the despicable JOY.


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