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Tuesday, July 3, 2001
Takng a lay down
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Hearng...

Rob's '80s flashback CD with "Betty Davis Eyes," "True" and so many others. Fuck, I feel old!

Eatng...

Sesame chicken, scallion pancakes, the aforementioned hot and sour soup.

Readng...

The Stand, aganst my better judgement. I hope you can't catch pregnancy from a Stephen Kng novel.

Feelng...

Poopy...but gettng better.

Thankng...
My lucky stars for the extra day off to sleep, drnk plenty of fluids and get human agan.

Fortune...

Mistakes are the price of wisdom.

I am...a hypochondriac. Thus it was ill-advised to pick up The Stand by Stephen Kng on a whim over the weekend when I felt like readng a little book.


In case you haven't read it, the book's about a cataclysmic superflu that wipes out 99.4% of the U.S. population. Needless to say, I woke up with the flu quite late the evenng of the next day. I slept most of Saturday, woke up to read and have some soup and passed out readng about 3 hours later.


I slept most of Sunday before I realized I wasn't just lazy, I was sick. By the time I got some dnner and cold medicne across the street, I came back home and nearly passed out n the elevator.


James joked that there must've been some germs on the book jacket. Damn that Stephen Kng!


I felt bad enough that I called n sick to work on Monday. Some great new employee I am. I didn't want them to thnk I was tryng to take a 5-day weekend, so I went n today. I made it through most of the day just fne, but had to sit down a few times when the hot and cold flashes flared up.


I left work two hours early, thankful most of the other worker bees seemed to have either already flown the hive or were still trapped theren. The streets were surprisngly empty. I went to my big bro Rob's place for a little TLC, music, fluffy chair sittng and hot and sour soup. I feel almost human agan and might even make it back to Brooklyn without keelng over on the tran.


Time to get n one last cat nap before I head back to my side of the river.

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