Monday, March 22, 2004

Weary

That man on the plane has a lot to answer for now. I've been sick since Thursday. I'll head to the doctor in a few minutes; hopefully he will know what it is that ails me.

At least it was a good weekend to spend on the couch. I watched a lot of basketball, including several exciting upsets and a U of I blowout. I caught up on The Sopranos and saw two movies, Old School and the hilarious and touching A Mighty Wind. And I finished two books, Ellen's first comedy book and last year's National Book Award winner for fiction. But mostly, I existed in the haze of DayQuil and NyQuil. This whole being sick thing has to end soon; it's going to be a busy week when I finally get well.

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