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ha. ha.

guess i should’ve tried that all-nighter sunday. got sick anyway, yesterday afternoon. or something. i was fine all day until i started walking down the hall to my last class of the day and then it was like someone was trying to slowly stick a screwdriver into my temples while someone else was trying to get out. it wasn’t a migraine – i truly pity those who suffer therefrom! – but an hour and a half later i was nauseous and spent the evening curled up on the couch with a heating pad, a single piece of dry toast, some largely ineffective ginger ale, my adoring and soothing wife, and the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice.

i won’t say jane austen, colin firth and jennifer ehle cured me, but i slept like a stone and feel completely fine this morning. coincidence? would that i might someday write something people find such attachment to.

best get back to it, then, eh?

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