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I'm currently in the library, supposedly working on TOK journal entries instead of napping in french. I have a horrific stomach ache. Janelle and I also made the mistake of going to Wikipedia, and I made the major league mistake of typing in Rambaldi's name, which lead to Sydney and Jack and next up are Irina and Nadia, so, work? Not so much.

Last night Nica and I had a psuedo fight. I had a dream last night that I called her and she hung up on me, so this morning I text messaged her. What I failed to remember was that on Tuesday mornings she's still asleep at 8 o'clock, so now she's pissed that I woke her up. So the whole thing's ungood.

Right. Doing work. Ah, library.

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I wrote a totally cracked out fic for alias500 (why they don't have a button to make that real is beyond me) and you can find it aqui. I wrote it in like, a half hour.

I skipped volunteering today in case my stomach ailment was communicable, and got to watch Page 47 on the teevee, only moaning a little bit. I kinda sorta love that episode. For one thing, Vaughn tells Syd she looks pretty, and she really really did. And for another? Will cracks me up. It's insane.

I have to do Plath annotations (Cut and Daddy) and write the journal entry I wrote in the library down in my TOK journal. And work on feeling better. Where are my vitamin C chews?