I'm working alone, instead of with She Who Shall Not Be Named;
the recent eruption on my lip, named Coldsore #33, has not completed overtaken my face as in times past;
it's sunny;
my wrist isn't broke any more;
there are roasted vegetables for lunch;
and finally, for now, I am happy because my guts are bright pink:
tra la la
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