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Fever's up to 100 again. I mostly feel better--less tired &c, though I have Magic Nose Goblins and my neck aches--but argh. Problem is, I HAVE to go into work; there are things I have to sort before I leave that I can't do from home.

So I guess it's swig the Dayquil and soldier on through.

Dear Amtrak; ...

Once again, I was screwed over by our rickety excuse for a rail system. In this particular case, I left work at halftime (having done what I'd gone in to do) and intended to make the 1:35 home. (Which means catching the 1:28 connector from Penn.) I arrived comfortably early, only to find that all trains into and out of Penn were "indefinitely delayed" due to a power problem throughout the "entire system". #*$&@ So I hauled ass back to Sixth Ave, got a PATH train to Hoboken...where I missed the train I'd meant to make by ten minutes. Therefore, got to wait 45 more.

Of course, by the time that one got to Secaucus, the Penn connectors were running again, as witness the bunch of people who got on at that stop.

Temperature's down to normal, but I'm back to coughing a lot and the nose goblins have called for reinforcements.

In Which I Am Much Disgusted At The State Of Air Travel

1. American (who is running our EWR <-> LAX flights) is, I learn, no longer offering meals on any domestic flights. They will graciously allow you to pay $5 for a "wrap", or $3 for a packet of peanuts or a candy bar. Fuck you, right in your ear.

2. Qantas has found a way to be even more retarded than the TSA. Our Noble Protectors started allowing knitting needles again a couple years ago, but Qantas forbids them. Because why? Because, our spies tell us, someone tried to hijack a plane with a piece of pointy wood. Not a knitting needle, mind you; something much larger in scale, more like a 2x4. But, y'know, it's KINDA LIKE a knitting needle, so those have to go.

I am not packed. Steve is gone to bed, so I can't try to pack. Instead I drink a hot toddy and prepare to fall over, the better to attack tomorrow.