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30 VI 2002 - 00:27 - trivialis44

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I so quite need to get that last entry off the first page.

Nothing has really happened since then. Just about the most exciting thing that happened was that my BART card (regional transit) got demagnetized and could not be read. I went to their ticket exchange office and all was fixed. I have a shiny new card now. It's pretty.

Also, I'm having a very uneventful Pride Weekend, which might have a good deal to do with the fact that I am both under the age of majority and living in my parents' house. In addition, I have a billion things I'm supposed to have done, none of which I really do, much. But our big shebang is tomorrow (today, I suppose) and the flags are up along upper Market Street.

I suspect I may be getting sick, a suspicion which is but reinforced by my sore throat and a production of mucus that would be amusing if I weren't the one doing it. Currently I am saving myself from drowning in a puddle of snot (yep, I bring the quality prose right to your doorstep) only by drinking much water and rediscovering my ability to sleep while sitting up. (The last time I did that was when I was getting forty-page history readings each night -- rather predictably, whenever I did my readings in bed, the second page would see the book sliding out of my lap as I fell asleep. And I bother to wonder why my glasses are so far out of shape.)

I've begun to put Latin conjugation and declension charts on LiveJournal.

A Messaien opera is coming to town next season.

I need to sleep before my brain rots.

I need to sleep before entire soccer teams become, unknowingly, my harems.

I need to sleep before my brain becomes cheese.

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