February 12th, 2004

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The dummy grenades I snagged off ebay came in today. I'm amazed, especially in this day and age, that these things managed it through the mail unmolested. You can hear them rolling around and clinking and clacking against each other inside the box, and it's heavy as hell. I would think that would qualify as suspicious. But, the package arrived in pristine condition.

Which makes it all the funnier that the junk mail brochure I got for off-brand Viagra with the scantily-clad woman on the outside of it? Somebody opened that and looked at it.
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The Tylenol Cold I took a couple hours ago is kicking in as I type these words. I can actually feel my brain and my body shutting down. It's a very interesting sensation.

And no, I'm not popping cold medication to get a good nights sleep. I actually have a worthless bitchbastard of a sore throat and congestion and a headful of nasty ass neon green snot that I've been coughing up for three days now. I figure I've got medicine, I may as well use it.