Am at work. Came in to talk to the people I was supposed to talk to. It's quarter to siiiiix and no, no, no, this newsletter isn't gonna go out today. I'm going home. Make some soup, curl up in my chair and do some slash-reading. Fucking.

(I know what the problem is, is the thing. I've been gradually losing my appetite over the past year or so. I used to eat three full-sized meals a day, and now I'm down to two, sometimes even just one, or none. There's days the mere thought of food makes my stomach turn. So naturally, I'm lacking vitamins and iron and whatnot, and I'm more vulnerable to things like the flu, cinus infections (yes, hello, they're ba-hack!) and colds. It sucks.)

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