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...whenever Henry gets a cold I figure it's only a matter of time before it hits me. After a burst of energy this morning that came to an abrupt end once I picked Henry up from school, I'm now dragging. I want someone to come over and make me a delicious, healthy dinner, maybe some sushi, and then send me off to bed.

I'm going to muster what little energy I have left to point you in the direction of Dave's blog. Last night he wrote a great post about chemicals and how they're villainized by the media thus creating havoc and confusion and a rising influx of English majors stampeding into the halls of venerable learning institutions, English majors who could've been outstanding scientists if they hadn't been scared into studying the works of dead authors by the likes of major news outlets. Or something to that effect. That didn't happen to me though. I happen to really like dead authors. Dead languages too. Maybe I'll post tomorrow in Old English, just for a laugh. Also, I prefer dead bugs.