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Battered, like fish
I woke this morning feeling as though I'd slept on cobbles. My stomach has been unpleasantly liquid all day. I'm cold. My nose is running. And I keep trying not to get dragged into slanging matches on newsgroups. Wah. I must be strong!
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Mind you, her somewhat misguided GAS, including that well-known and reliable cure for depression, "snap out of it", made me laugh a lot today. So she's inadvertently being helpful.