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i have now gone from achy, whiney sick to gross, coughing, sneezing on your anal beads sick. but still whiney, of course.

i went to bed sort of early last night and dreamt about my friend coming back from italy and not bothering to call me, bread sandwiches, and sex. i woke up when the phone rang--sarah telling me about the wedding she just got back from. i know three people who got married this weekend. so she told me about the flowers and the toasts and i looked for an expiration date on my lee's chicken sweet tea. (consume within 48 hours.) marriage. as bleh as week old sweet tea.

i ate a bagel, i sent pictures, i came here.