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I swear to god, I'll write back to people who've e-mailed me. I'll even try to respond to comments. Just after these damned papers are done and the exams are taken and I'm back home. Which means week after next sometime. If I don't get to comments, then thansk to everyone who's wished me well, and hugs back to everyone who deserves 'em.

My alarm didn't go off yesterday (setting it for 8:15 AM instead of 8:15 PM might've helped on that account), so I didn't go to the doc. No problem; I felt miraculously better. Well, better for me, which at this point just means I feel like I'm not in imminent danger of dying. I'm with Kim; my body just seems to be a breeding ground for disease. I apparently have no immune system, no matter how much orange juicce I drink. Oh, and the first part of the week was just one bad thing on top of the other...yes, it is bad when I start cursing that heavily in text or in public. ;-)

Paper. Now. Guh.

- Becca

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Oh, and because I can't quite face that paper just yet:

The bookstore has Chick-O-Sticks! I haven't had one of those in years Ahhh!!! *buys up the store* Yaaay! I loved these things as a child. Oh, and I got that new "Sprite remixed" business with teh tropical flavouring. Tastes like this raspberry lemonade I had at Provance over the summer. It's from Italy or something, and sold in glass bottles in high-falutin' cafes/breadstores/etc. like the aforementioned Provance. Meh. It's okay, I ugess...nothing spectacular...

(Yes this was an excuse to a) procrastinate and b) use "high-falutin'" in a sentence.)

- Becca