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I'm sick. And I don't mean the drowning kittens kinda sick, but rather the sore throat, runny nose kinda sick. I taught this morning and came home to sleep.

The past few days have been hectic. Grading, reading, and very little progress writing. I need to step back, reload and have at it from a different angle, methinks.

I hope the muffin thing is resolved, but I won't know for sure for two weeks.

The new episodes of Oz came on the HBO On Demand two days ago, and I've already watched them all.

I love the torrents available on this one site, but seeding sucks because there's so little traffic in NYHC.

Madball next week. I'll be there. If you're not, I may consider whether I want to know you.

I'm getting some more ink soon. Got the itch. I will consider it an un-birthday present.

Bought a copy of Singles on ebay. It never arrived. Now if I want to watch a dysfunctional twentysomethings movie I only have Swingers or Reality Bites.

I'm using Willis' book this summer.