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I have had a bit of a cough for the last 2.5 months. So Monday I went to the doctor. And she asked me questions and listened to my breathing and stuff. And she said that it doesn't sound like anything super terrible is going on, but she told me to go get a chest x-ray and gave me a prescription for an inhaler that will help my bronchial tubes not constrict if for some reason my bronchial tubes are constricted. Constricting. One of the two. So yesterday on my pseudo day off work I went and got a chest x-ray. Which I had never done before. It was neither fun nor not fun. Also: using an inhaler makes me feel like Sean Astin in The Goonies.

Work has been pretty bad some days and not too bad other days. Today was not too bad. They have ok'd managers going overtime this week, so I'll probably work somewhere between 50 and 60 hours, but I don't care cause I'll be making time and a half. And that should pay for a lot of homemade sausage gravy.

J-Dog and I went to her work Christmas party last night. It was relatively uneventful. She won the "Richard Gere" award for being smooth under pressure. And as a result she had to wear a life-sized picture of RG's head around her neck for a good portion of the evening.

We bought a new camera which arrived yesterday. We took our picture to test it out, and this is what we look like:



The neck beard is coming in nicely, thank you very much.