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Thursday, September 25, 2003

Good lord!
Everyone is sick and I'm feeling healthy as an ox. This can't last long...

I have decided that I need to write a grant. I took a grant-writing seminar in college but I seem to have forgotten most of it. I can't imagine why. Is there any useful advice out there for me?

So it looks like the Mame is going to Europe this summer on the government dime. Not really the g'ment, but free nonetheless. Alls I haves to do is chaperone a bunch of student government kids for 10 days romping around London, Paris and Rome and my trip is paid for. I need a buddy to go with me. Any takers? Meet me at l'Tour Eiffel. Ciao!

My house is a royal mess and my mom is coming in two days. Man needs a maid.

I want to extend a hip-hip-hurrah to Ms. Comrade who last night showed up on my doorstep with vodka t's and need for chat. But it needs to be mentioned, as it is a little known fact, that Ms. C has never, NEVER, seen any of the Godfather trilogy. Someone needs some schoolin' and I don't mean the LHS variety, although most of those kids could use some, too.
Over and out.

Sweet Jeezus this hurts
I have strep throat. I know it, b/c of the white spots in the back of my throat. So, why am I telling you this at 8:17 am? Don't know. I'm mad b/c I never get sick. I pride myself on never getting a flu shot and I'be only had the flu and strep throat twice in my life.
I curse all sick students on campus!
Now I can't see Sea and Cake and Kingsbury Manx tonight. Bleck. Atleast there's Must See TV!
Off to the doctor now.

**update: I waited 2 hrs at the student health center for the doctor to tell me I have a 50/50 chance of having strep throat. The throat culture results will take 4 days. Ok, I remember being a kid and the results took a few minutes. Are they that behind or underfunded in research equipment? I say I have strep throat. I mean, no cold has ever produced pus pockets on the back of my throat. Thankfully, I'll be treated as if I have strep throat. Too bad, my boss doesn't believe me (Mame, he's like Kenneth--you could be dying and you'd still have to work). He asked me if I was joking. Um, I think not. Regardless, no work for me today.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

My Slow Descent
It's official. I'm sick. Swollen glands, the "shakes," fever, lethargy, and an overall crankyness. Thank god this only happens once a year.

The good news is that I'm djing well in my opinion. You can check it out for yourself.

do make say think--outer inner and secret
clogs--swarms
prince buster and the maytals--jamaica ska
raveonettes--remember
palaxy tracks--aim for providence
south--silver sun
robert wyatt--sea song
black-eyed snakes--bo diddley
the rapture--sister saviour
lifesavas--fa show
starlight mints--valerie flames
busy signals--birds on high
so--B
House of low culture--on the upswing
Lost in Translation sndtrk--Kevin Shields--are you awake?
The Roman Candles--first kiss
the like young--the babes
quasi--seven years gone
dan matz--matthew
town and country--shirtless
the letter E--plains
killowatt hours--run home
31 knots--at piece

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

I drove home from work today with the top down on the car and the volume up on the stereo. The music selection? Only the soundtrack from my favorite musical ever made: Xanadu.
My singing has never been louder, nor has my reckless abandon been more, well, reckless. There was much interpretive dancing going on, lots of side glances and sultry stares during the ONJ songs, lots of fist pumping during the ELO songs, clutching my heavy heart during tender moments.
This is how we are meant to be always. I want to go back and re-do all the days that I let myself forget that.

Now, I need a drink.

Upper 80's
With temperatures like these, you'll be sure to notice today is the first day of Fall. Does this mean I can wear Fall colors now? I'm sure Mame or Ms. Comrade will know.

It's been raining for several days now. I wish I was in Seattle.

I think I'm getting sick--just after I've told everyone around me that I never get sick.

Hmpf.


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