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Gack. Gravity was listing to port in my head, but now it seems to have gone completely offline. I’ve got a flu thing going on, feels like I’ve been beaten with a horse. Not trampled by one, beaten by one. Wielded by a large ogre with a penchant for punishing blondes. Gonna go get horizontal now before the bastard comes back for another round and I have to kneecap him. Hmm… maybe I should erect a punji-stick perimeter around my bed in case he approaches while I’m passed out and feverish. Nah, I’ll just end up hurting myself. Oh well. My teddy bear will have to keep me safe.

Nice to know we can all count on Lileks to help us ignore the phallic implications of bananas. I feel much better now. Think I’ll go smoke a cigar. Or maybe get me some of that yummy broiled Yeti penis. Yeah baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

I’m baaaack. Above ground, out of jail, not on fire – as my dear friend The Shadow would put it. Good conference, met some interesting and informative people, got some good information and feedback, got some decent sleep and drank some awesome margaritas, not all necessarily in that order. The husband-unit has moved out of the house, which was painfully weird to come home to, and my ass is tired. I need sleep and a bubble bath and maybe a massage, again, not all necessarily in that order. I’ve got brownout in some spots in my brain, some circuits are fried and others have blown altogether. My apologies, dear readers three, that this isn’t a more politically-charged or otherwise interesting post…