I haven't felt all that great over the course of the past few weeks. While the runny nose, lethargy and coughing fits have been super fantastic, I decided to finally go to the doctor this morning. Apparently, I have bronchitis, which would explain why I nearly coughed up a lung at the Powells on Hawthorne the other night. At the time, I figured it was my body's natural reaction to the discovery that someone came up with this idea for a book before I did:

So now I have an official excuse for not blogging this week. I'm on doctor's orders not to "overexert myself" and I think that includes keeping Another Portland Blog up to date. I'll be back in a few days to review PCS' production of Frost/Nixon and to post about the oh-so-important topic of leftover Easter candy. Until then....

....Yao Ming's eating habits are making my delicate Western sensibilities queasy.

Also: GO BLAZERS!

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