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Back to HUMID again. Oh well, the unHUMID was nice while it lasted. This morning it was back to ceiling fans and cold packs for the Hairy Beasts, and accusatory looks from the Hairy Beasts because it's obviously my fault that it's HUMID. And I have to talk myself into walking home when it's HUMID, despite the fact that it's probably good for me. (Assuming that more sweating = better for me, which is not a reliable measurement.)

My month of being the only junior promotions person in the office regularly is over, and I feel a bit like a wuss because of how run down I got. Granted, I'm on my last legs before vacation anyway, but I should have been able to hold out for longer than a month. You know you're in trouble when you go to bed on Sunday night already tired of a week that hasn't even happened yet.

Sometimes reading promotions files gives me the same sort of hypochondria people get from reading WebMD. The anesthetist who studies migraines gave me a headache, and yesterday an ER doctor gave me a sore shoulder. The article title in question was "Blunt rupture of the subclavian-innominate venous junction". There's something about "blunt rupture" that just doesn't sound good at all.