El Director is sick

My lungs are crap. Official. When I die, there will be a good chance that it is my lungs that will kill me. The slightest bit of cold gets to them very quickly. On Tuesday, I had breakfast in the kitchen, without a T-shirt. Now I have a cold. Damn lungs!

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