I speak Klingon!

"If you were any other man, I would kill you where you stand."--Worf

One cool thing about being ill: my Worf impression is much better than usual.

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I fell ill. Rather suddenly, at eight seventeen on Tuesday evening. Just a sort of cold, which began as a pesky soreness of the throat, but--through, no doubt, growth stimulants, steroids, and a community college course on being ugly--it soon became a rather detrimental sort of ailment with an unlagging will to make me feel bad.

It's not the soreness or the runny nose or the bleary vision or the weakened grip or the constant fatigue or the lack of focus which really gets me down. It's the loss of short term memory.

I'm sure I had a point.