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Went to bed early then woke up in the wee hours of the day. Fired off a letter to the Minicon heads (and one of their mothers), basically complaining that I was all grumpy about the no-show at the meeting. Grumpy about other things as well, but what would life be without something to complain about?

Thong actually ate a popsicle I got at Quang's yesterday. Still has a day or so of Vicodin to work through before he has to switch to ibuprofen. He's going to have to fend for himself today, as I'm heading out soon to work. I've got a ton of juices, which he isn't drinking. Popsicles, ice cream, home made chicken soup (which he won't eat -- I didn't wash the rice. I also put too much rice in, but that's a different story), canned chicken soup (which he won't eat), four avocados, a cooked chicken and a freezer with lots of his favorite beef soup bone. He has a large stash of frozen pizza, which apparently is very acceptable to a picky Vietnamese eater, although it generally gets a generous dash of hot peppers and fake crab, but he won't be eating that until this throat gets better.

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