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Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Ware the Ides of March
I love when March 15th is on a Sunday, because then when I see my high-school English teacher at church I can walk up to him and say that.
Me a geek? wha?
My head is so stuffed up. In every other way I am almost completely done being sick, so I'm grateful that this is all I'm dealing with, but wow. I am going around mouth-breathing like, well, a mouth-breather, and my ears feel like they need to pop, and I can't taste anything. NOT EVEN CHOCOLATE. I have Tim Tams that someone (bless you bless you you are my hero bless you) sent me from Australia, and while I ate, um, quite a few yesterday, I'm saving the rest until this head congestion passes, so as not to waste them. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is HARD. Have YOU ever had a package of genuine Tim-Tam goodness sitting on your counter and walked past it without taking one? It hurts. Oh, the pain.
