Saturday, June 21, 2008

"In times of sickness the soul collects itself anew. . ."

Poor Ziggy has lymphangioleiomyomatosis, or maybe something less communicable - the doctors certainly aren't keeping their distance. You can see his health dwindle on the graph at his bedside. Poor Ziggy may need a transfusion - it's just too bad the nearest hobbit/dwarf hybrid with the same blood type is hundreds of miles away, and bears an ancient grudge against Ziggy's warrior-clan.

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