
there's still a rattle (not quite a death rattle, but a rattle nonetheless) emanating from my chestal region despite my patronage (and consumption) of numerous Vicks products so, even though I ventured out of the apartment today, I'm not all the way back to my usual level of relative health.
working on: From First To Last, Damien Jurado and Yo La Tengo pieces
currently reading: A Writer at War: Vasily Grossman with the Red Army, 1941-1945 (so far so good)
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