SLUBing It
I have been on the verge of death for the past week and finally crawled out of my darkened apartment yesterday to blink in the brightness of day like a blind cavefish tossed upon the asphalt. I think I’m suffering from the recent outbreak of Whooping Cough. I’m certain it’s some exotic ailment because I refuse to suffer this much from the common cold.
Last night I ventured forth under the influence of Robitussin (for a more productive cough) to attend an event that I’m still not quite sure what to call. It was billed to those of us who participated as the South Lake Union Block Party, but according to the South Lake Union Block Party, that doesn’t happen until August 8th.
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