Is it wrong that I cried when Bubbles made his NA anniversary speech?

I hate being sick. I have a cold/sore throat. I can deal with the cold — the sore throat really sucks. I’m spending all my cash on cough drops. I’ve had four glasses of theraflu over the last two days. I went through an entire carton of OJ during dinner last night: dinner, for the record, consisted of chicken noodle soup and two slices of bread.

The same pot I heated the soup in I used for tonight’s theraflu: imagine it lemon flavored with a hint of chicken broth.

I tried to call out from the bookstore Friday night: five people had already called out, so I went in anyway. I was pretty worthless most of the night, and I got to leave early anyway.

Haven’t slept well: the sore throat wakes me up every couple of hours and I make a theraflu or drink a glass of OJ and try, try again.

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I’m halfway through The Wire’s fifth season. Clark Johnson can do no wrong, really love his performance. How does that fiction-generation reporter not get that Johnson’s onto him? Or, maybe he does. Disappointed that the show recycled the copy-machine gag from Homicide: Life on the Street, which in turn, took it from the true-crime book it was based on. Hope Omar doesn’t go out like a bitch. That’s all I’ve got.

Oh, yeah: MacNulty’s lost it.

And: nice to see familiar faces from past seasons, even if only for a quick cameo.

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My sister, now in Colorado, adopted a cat yesterday: I just hope she didn’t actually name him Cutie Pie. Poor, poor, cute kitty.

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