I've still got the plague; I'm feeling better, but my cough is getting worse. Yay.
But I made it into work, after an hour and a half of driving, which nearly made me homicidal. I had a bunch of meetings, but I cut out at 3pm because I felt like crap. When I got home, I slept for an hour, then did some work, then had dinner with Vivi at my favorite fish taco place down the street. We talked about the industry and writing and life, which is always v. fun (except when the industry isn't fun), and then we came home and I did some more work. Bleh. And now, I shall sleep so that I can go to work at some semblance of the right time. Goodnight!
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