I appear to have (self-diagnosed) whooping cough. And the cold weather continues. And I ate something like 82,000 cookies tonight, which I now regret. And I'm going to have to make some phone calls at work tomorrow afternoon that are going to make the headache I've had for the past two days worse. All is well, though, because new episodes of The Office are one of my favorite forms of self-medication (with none of the ill effects of all those cookies).
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I could see you and Jim working out. Whooping cough is nasty, like in a book or something. At least it isn't scurvy.
Jim and I would make a lovely couple. I think it's funny that everyone loves fictional Jim, but real live John Krasinski rarely gets the reflected glory.
Whooping cough is nasty. Madame 5-yr-old seems to have it, too, and she asked her father the other night why she felt like she was going to die. Whooping cough will do that to you.
O.k. this is random, but I had a dream last night that I had whooping cough. I was wondering where that thought even came from (i.e. why would I be dream of whooping cough of all things?) and then I just reread your post. Yup. Your posts are ingraining themselves into the sub conscience of an internet lurker. Just thought you should know.
Excellent! World domination can't be far behind
John Krasinski is wonderful. He is so funny in real life! He was on Conan the other night and he was hilarious. I would totally marry him.
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