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Hrm. Well, that was a good call.
Came home from work at 2:30/3:00 ish after all, because I felt horridly stuffed up and couldn't think - I'd just botched a theoretically-easy task about, oh, three-four times.
Decided I was too spacy, went upstairs to take a nap.
I just got up, and after getting the last of the bread to have with my soup, I was exceptionally careful moving the plate with the bread knife on it, as I suddenly realized my sense of balance was shot to hell.
Stupid sinuses.
(Good soup. EXCELLENT bread.)
Decided I was too spacy, went upstairs to take a nap.
I just got up, and after getting the last of the bread to have with my soup, I was exceptionally careful moving the plate with the bread knife on it, as I suddenly realized my sense of balance was shot to hell.
Stupid sinuses.
(Good soup. EXCELLENT bread.)
Ugh