Social Lives Are Evil

I'm sick. Not as in violent-fever-fainting-shaking kind of sick, but more miserable congested-nose-sore-throat-that-feels-dry-and-needs-constant-water kind of sick. Seems my cup is always empty when I need water and I could've sworn, I just filled it not five minutes ago, and I'm not going to class because everytime I sit in that room, the air-conditioning makes my nose runny and I don't need my nose runnier than it already is.

So, I'm going to sit here at my computer and give you a rundown of my social life this past week. It's been extremely exciting.

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( Saturday, which really means Sunday morning. )

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( Sunday Proper )

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( Monday @ the Bathhouse )

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( Tuesday @ Tribeca )

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( Wednesday with Malaysians )

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No more. No more after this. I had a motherfucker of a sore throat last night and runny nose from hell this morning, which got better, but during the course of the day I got heavy-headed and had to miss class because the air-conditioning really messes up my nose sometimes.

But either way, I promised Andrea I'd go see her play, and she has such a beautiful voice. So Elie and I headed out, but we left after her act.

Tomorrow I've got a coffee date with Stephanie.

Saturday, lunch and Elie's last downtown night.

Sunday, SMU Drama Society meeting.

Things should die down after this.

They better anyway.