I should really find something interesting to write about one of these days.

My bronchitis appears to be almost gone. I've finished the antibiotic carpet bombing of my lungs, and as a result I'm only occasionally coughing up things that I'll not describe to you for decency's sake. The deep, hacking cough that makes bystanders wonder if I should be put in an isolation chamber hasn't reared its gravelly head in twenty-four hours or therabouts, so I should be in the clear. I'm still kind of worn out from the combination of drugs I'm on so I haven't had much of anything to write lately which hasn't consisted of either bitching about falling ill or pointless, depressive ramblings that would give Marvin a run for his money.

It's started snowing in DC, and I'm rather looking forward to the change of scenery. I might snap a couple of pictures tomorrow morning after I get up.

I need to post something lest everyone think I gave up, so here's an update to my .plan file. The usual warnings apply.