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alert for a change Whenever I am sick my body seems more like a machine than anything else. The parts don't mesh quite right and fluids start leaking at an alarming rate. Any poetry that I might try to attach to the human form is lost. The dignity slips away. In less arch terms, I am feeling better than I did yesterday, but I'm not ricocheting around my house just yet. With all of the sleep that I had yesterday, people at work commented that I was more awake than usual for my first day back. I guess it wasn't that obvious that I wasn't feel like myself. Since I am in the midst of recovery mode, my activities were kept to a minimum this evening. Most of the time was spent either watching television or reading magazines. Maybe I'll be more inspired to write tomorrow.
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