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Mostly I've been infected with an ugly little sick-maker for the past week, body-pumped-full of harsh viral monsters that clog up my nostrils. I have an elephant living in my nose right now, named Bertrand. He's loud.
The Shizen Sushi (I think) place just outside of China Town -- how's that for Cultural Encroachment -- is "nothing to write home about," in Michael's words. It was all right but failed to excite all of my nerve endings.
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