As I sit here staring at my computer screen this morning, willing the fog that is fumigating my brain to dissipate with much expediency, I realize I've got nothing. No active thoughts are presenting themselves and any tendril of thought that I see slips silently through my grasp, getting lost in the fog of sickness, never to be seen again. On that note, I go now to stumble around the house in my pajamas, wondering where I am going and what I am doing. That's right, sickness is upon me and I must still rest.
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