Three Imaginary Girls

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No seriously, I'm not talking about Mudhoney. I am sick. Like four days with a fever sick. Grumble grumble, hack hack hack. I sound like bullfrog. Bleh.

Why am I telling you this? Oh, to commisserate. And perhaps to forewarn you that anything I type or do today is done in a bleary, achy, feverish haze. So don't hold me responsible.

That is all. End self-pity party now.