Shh.

Jason is sick. No lifting. This means I'm going to bed and sleeping for another hour on top of my last nine. Hey, I'm still feeling sick. No, I am! The first time my alarm went off this morning it was John Lennon. "Watching the Wheels." It was a sign. John Lennon wants me to go back to sleep until the fog lifts, he told me so.

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I just won two tickets to six flags in a raffle at the Heads of orgs meeting. I am no longer bitter about how long it was, nor about the inane rubber-band analogies I was forced to sit through for half an hour.

I am going to hear a very attractive poet (smith alum '99) speak in an hour. I had a crazy crush on her when she and I were living in chicago at the same time. I must therefore work and do my hair.