NOW PLAYING: Sicko 8 December, 1997 So now my throat's all scratchy and it feels like I've been sucking on a vacuum cleaner bag, my head feels like it's the size of Milwaukee and full of all that nasty mucus (why is it that when I blow my nose until nothing at all is left in there, it's completely stuffed again in about five minutes...?), my body aches, I had a fever (don't know if it's gone yet or just knocked into temporary submission by the drugs) and I'm very tired. Anitta's fine, she got a bit of it yesterday, but has battled it off, much like I usually do when SHE's sick. I don't know if I picked this crap up at the Atlanta Seminar on Photojournalism this weekend or what -- probably shook the hand of some other sickie and now I've got it. In case you're interested, Anitta's put the handout for her Photoshop for Photojournalists class on the Web -- quite a few nifty tricks in there. I think what I need to do is make some hot tea, lay on the couch with one of the dogs, and put some Christmas music on -- "A Charlie Brown Christmas" or maybe one of the Windham Hill discs and doze some... Man, I hope I get better soon.
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