30 July 2002 - 9:29 a.m.

Should I make a lame joke to the effect of "My friend Max got married and all I got was this lousy cold?"

Nah. It wouldn't really be fair, seeing as how my sore throat and stuffy nose did not diminish my enjoyment of the wedding. It's just diminishing my enjoyment of the days subsequent to the wedding.

Because I am sick, I am having those fucked up dreams in which I have to interact with everyone I have ever met. Iwoke up thinking I should call my thesis "The Day I Stopped Dreaming abouy Professor McHotHot," but I don't think that's such a good idea. Nothing's really happened today.

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