Another reason I haven't been posting too much.

I have been prostrate this week under the dread effects of putrid throat, which I don't think has been a clinical diagnosis since Elizabethan times, but nonetheless accurately captures the misery of my present state. I've got some medicine that makes it marginally better now, but for a while there it felt like my throat was trying to pulse its way out of my neck.

*headdesk*

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In other news, I finally finished Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff died! It was the happiest moment of my day! I am cheerfully imagining him spending the rest of eternity sundered from his Cathy, at least until he repents of being a bullying, wife-beating, kidnapping scion of evil. Byronic hero, my foot. He and Satan will have lots to talk about.