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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
 
Thankfully, the weekend of the vomitus is over!

Scene from Friday night:

N: What was that? It sounded like someone dropped a bucket of water ...

Me: You could say that ...

(later)

N: Wow! Did you get the DOORKNOB, too?

Me: (sheepish) Ummm, yeah.

/end scene.

My mother says, upon hearing that I've been sick all weekend: "Are you SURE it was a stomach flu?"

To which I have to reply snottily with as much disdain as I can muster: "Yes, MOTHER."

The nerve of that woman.

I'm pretty excited about eating again. In the words of my beloved Jillian: "Eating is good. You should do that."

So last night I made corn-on-the-cob and a warm potato salad of red, gold, and purple potatoes, cooked with mint, and sprinkled with herbed-garlic feta cheese and more mint. Yum. Later, we had chocolate pudding with fresh raspberries and strawberries while we watched "How I Met Your Mother" - it's a new show on CBS, written by a couple of N's college friends, so he was very excited about it. We enjoyed it thoroughly - particularly Neil Patrick Harris's character. We're looking forward to next week! Note, however that this does not mean that I'm becoming a TV watcher.

Between tonight and thursday (I have the day off! to recover from DJing on Wednesday night) I have to finish Chapter one and make notes/outline for subsequent chapters.
 
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