Memory fragment

Plague-ridden. Felt it start yesterday at work. Forced myself into work today, realized that was a mistake, and took an early out, so I only worked a couple hours. Wondering if I'll be ship-shape in time for my shift tomorrow. I hope so; I think I'm pushing the envelope of acceptable attendance boo-boos. We'll see.

Anyway. I can't dredge up the whys and wherefores, but the idea somehow surfaced in my brain recently that during those drunken shenanigans last week when people came down to visit, I accused somebody of being like Cobra Commander. I wish I could remember what that was about.