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All cheesemaking activities came to a grinding halt when I woke up this morning with a cheese grater, the metal kind, inserted in my throat. I. Do. Not. Appreciate. It. The nose was running, too, and there were sneezes heard throughout the home. I felt about as energetic as a pregnant snail, so I returned to bed where I spent most of the day. Only little breaks of adding more Vitamin C to the water, gulping up more MMS with lime and apple juice were had. I do feel better now, but the grater in my throat isn't entirely gone. I've had serious words with it. This kind of thing is not conducive to writing, honestly. It all left me divinely unimpressed. Tomorrow will be a better day. *glares*