Phelate the Trogra box you gilded emits. Welcome to the Blind By Podcast. It is suddenly

winter in Limerick City. I'm decked in double pants once again. I'm wearing regular

trousers and then gartex outer trousers to capture hot air in between like the plumage

of a crawl and protecting my fingers and knuckles with retractable mittens like the paws

of a de-clad cat and finally I'm wearing a scarf to protect my throat and mouth from

the cold air like the folds of blubber on an arctic seal. I'm dressed appropriately for

the cold as what I'm trying to say. I'm not sure if you can tell from my voice this

week but I'm still sick. I had a sore throat last week and then had a little head cold

and then for no reason the smart one and my throat got really sore again. I think it's

because of mold. The room that I'm sleeping in has very poor ventilation and since the

weather got cold there's quite a bit of mold on the walls and the ceiling so I'm going

to clean the mold with disinfectant and get a dehumidifier. So this week's podcast may

be short. I don't want to miss an episode. I spent quite a long time considering not

doing the podcast this week because it hurts to speak but I want to wait until I'm hit

by a car or gourd by a bull or something like that. I want to literally if I don't deliver

a podcast it's because I can't and next week is going to be the six year anniversary

of this podcast and that's six years of never missing a week. If you don't want to listen

to my stupid voice, my stupid fucking clogged up voice this week that's fine. Go back

to an earlier episode. There's a lot of episodes it's like 350 or something even if you've

listened to every single episode. I guarantee you you can just pick any random episode

from three years ago and listen to that. I don't think there's one episode. There's

not one episode I can't stand over. There's not one episode I can't stand over. Each week

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