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Really. Bad. Week.

First, after taking a day off from work last Friday to take the family up the mountain to visit my grandmother and great aunt, I have to leave work early Monday because I'm feeling icky. A few hours later I've got a 102.5 degree fever, then later I'm worshipping porcelain. I only really started feeling close to normal this morning.

Then this afternoon I get a call from my wife, who's had a minor moment of contact between her bumper and a minivan.

Then we decide -- well, I decide -- to drown our sorrows at the Best Restaurant Ever.

It was gone.

The Southpoint Big Bowl was gone, an apparent victim of the chain's sale back to its founders.

I get really sick. Then our car insurance premiums are likely to go up. Then my favoritest restaurant ever disappears, without even saying goodbye. It's been a rough week.

But I'll be okay.

I'm sure of it.

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I pat Chip on the back. Sorry buddy.

Damn dude. That sucks.

Hey, you're well now, nobody got hurt. Quit whinin'.

Signed,

The Alien Who Is Inhabiting Lex's Body