12.11.2001
 
I hate being sick. What's worse than the stuffy noses and sore throats are the concotions I'm forced to down to help my condition. Pills are easy to handle (practically tasteless and agreeable with my nearly-nonexistant gag reflex) but anything liquidy that has the same texture as liver while going down your throat is just NOT fun. But, anything to get well before this Saturday!

I'm happy that some of my photos are turning out extremely well. So much that, as soon as I finish editing/slaughtering Matt's story, I'm getting to work on a new layout.

Break out the Christina Aguilera Xmas CD!

.... nargh

Oh, the house next to mine... in the heart of Las Vegas suburbia... got their front door and car swastika'd. Even had the news o'er here and everything. How depressing.

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