"Make it new!" cried Ezra Pound, "but I have flu..." pained Edna.
Modernism modernity trapped influenza nightmare teleworking makes us more separate yet more accessible. Curse you Citrix.
Catcher to read, essay to write, microplane throat – night flu tablets wink but it’s only 18:23.
No time for illness must login to work go to bed shouts IT manager more easily said than done.
STOP being so obsessive Edna.
Sleep, and the OC crew enjoys the Fringe.
