In sickness and in... less sickness

[ciroccoj]

I once read a book that asserted that the one weapon that could end war altogether was a gun that shot out a beam that disrupted the enemy's inner ear. Reduce your enemy to a helpless puking mess on the ground and the concept of heroics or wartime glory would depart forevermore.

Am feeling 90% better than I did last night, but still closely akin to warmed-over ick. Not even a nap, two Gravols, and losing my lunch onto Chris' bathrobe helped last night. The smell of pizza, chocolate, and Greek takeout made me close my door in despair and wish for a quick death. UGH.