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I was sick all Monday with a bug that's been going around. Glaceau's vitamin water specializing in focus enhancement didn't work on me. I should have searched for a drug store near the office, but I was probably too feverish to think of that. Good think work was light that day.

When I took Tuesday off to recuperate -- and by that morning I was mostly well -- I felt guilty, as I often have without actual guilt. This is the third week in a row that I didn't spend 40 hours in the office. I'm afraid someone's going to suspect me of grabbing at excuses.

At the risk of relapse into sickness, I watched Plan 9 from Outer Space with my dad. It's certainly a stinker, but after all the hype, might I say that it was a...reverse letdown.