The past three days, I've gone to work and done my best, even though I'm sick. I would have rather stayed home and gotten myself well, but the choice wasn't there, so I had to cowboy up. I'm still sick; my chest feels inflamed and nasty, and I cough on a fairly regular basis. My best bet is to drink some more tea and get myself into bed as soon as possible. But...

...But tonight Dan Savage is speaking as part of the Wisconsin Book Festival. I really, really want to go. I don't have to go. I should be in bed. I hate this.

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