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Acronym for "So Happy It's Thursday" Thursday, Jul. 17, 2003 - 5:00 a.m. Today is going to be a rough day for a friend of mine. In fact, it's going to suck like a punctured lung. Dear one, when you look back on this day, I want you to be able to say to yourself that you did your best, you held your composure, and you were outwardly grateful for the assistance that you were offered. Remember, most days are like licking icing off of a spoon. But some days are like stapling Jello to a brick. To give you -- or any reader who may need it -- a little courage and inspiration, here's an intriguing ditty from the Portsmouth Sinfonia, courtesy of Miserable Melodies. A Real Player is required, and there's more wonderfulness like this at the site itself. Folks, the aforementioned site might make your ears bleed, so click with caution. --- In other news, Paul pulled a fast one earlier this week; I was on the telephone with him and he began sounding like a broken record. I asked him what was wrong and he said he didn't know; he'd been having memory problems since he sat out in the sun at the swap meet the previous Sunday. That rang a bell. Twenty years ago, I suffered a bout of heatstroke. So I pestered Paul to go and check with his doctor. He did, and was ordered to go straight to the emergency room, where he was 'flang' on a gurney, and given an IV. He was indeed -severely- hydrated. Whew! In case you see this -- Paul, thanks for letting me piss and moan at you until you sought medical attention; the most important thing I need to have you do when I come visit you in September is to be on -this- side of the dirt. Please remember that. :) ---
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