Being ill and stuck at home has me aching to go someplace far from San Diego and far from my sick, hot, tired bed. I’ve been trying to catch up on my reading (JSA tradepaperbacks on insistence of a friend, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix again and various magazines that fill my mailbox).
Roommate is also starting to tired of my hacking cough and believes I have tuberculosis.
I need to be far, far away where no ones knows my name, at least for a little while.
My Burning Kitchen 
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