Wednesday, November 14, 2001


After denying it for a day, I will now confess I am sick. It is not allergies, it is not tiredness... I have a cold. There I said it. My head feels like the huge walking nose in the cold medicine commercials. That is me the giant walking nose to the left.

I feel rotten. I am going home to roll up in a quilt and sip hot tea. I have to be well by Tina's birthday.

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