I know, I'm failing you. Or rather, my body is, being that I have a fever and body aches and congestion, but more importantly that surreal out-of-body feeling that often accompanies fever-inducing pestilence. And this, as you may or may not know from experience but can I'm sure imagine, makes coherent writing a bit difficult. (You have no idea how many times I rewrote just those two sentences, and I'm still not entirely certain that they make any kind of sense.) (And honestly, at this point, I don't want to know, thanks.)
Who wants to come over and dab my forehead with a cool, wet wash cloth and fetch me delicious fruit juices? Anyone?
None of this has anything to do with Mad Men. YES I DO REALIZE THAT. JEEZ. But I do, in fact, have some thoughts about last night's show to share. Okay more like "thoughts" phrased in the form of a question -- but dammit, at least I'm trying!
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