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I am in Edinburgh. I am sick, in the alternately-coughing-out-lungs-and-being-a-mucus-faucet kind of way. I could deal with the mucus but the lung-coughing needs to stop. I'm sure Chrissy is annoyed with me for being the lamest travel companion EVAR right now -- very sure, as she had an actual like-a-4-year-old temper tantrum last night and I wanted to smack her -- but dammit I AM trying, it's just hard when you feel like ass. Right now she's off exploring more and I'm checking my email and then napping. I told her I'd go out with her tonight, so I'm trying to recuperate a little. I have an extra day here, so.

I have no idea how the hell I'm getting back to Aberdeen for New Year's. Shit.

I also may have to sit in either Edinburgh Rail Station or Edinburgh Airport for 5 hours on the 3rd because train times don't like me and my flight to Dublin. Shit, again.

cough cough cough OW. new respiratory system plzkthnx.