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Funny coincidence that the two days I stay home sick are the days the guy upstairs decides to have problems with his pipes. The plumber's been banging around upstairs since this morning; it's a good thing I can sleep through anything. And he'll be back tomorrow to take a look at the hot water tank, which means I have to do a bit of cleaning up since both tanks are in my appartment. At least that forced me to get dressed. I feel so much more human now, and my throat is doing much better.

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This is just bizarre -- I'm listening to some cool jazz and all of a sudden, there's this saxophone wail that doesn't sound like it's coming from the speakers. Do I have surround sound and not know it? No, it's the plumber upstairs making the pipes sing along!

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I'm down to two boxes of Kleenex and my last coffee scotch candy. This is bad.