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curiousangel and I went out for a lovely sushi dinner last night and exchanged an anniversary card.

The use of the singular in that sentence is deliberate. We bought each other identical cards. Fortunately for the last lingering shreds of my individuality, at least we wrote different things inside.

Argh.

You'd think that I would have had enough of being sick.

I'm sure I'm past it now - it was obviously something to do with what I ate for lunch - but I spent the afternoon desperately unhappily and now I feel all faded and washed out. I was supposed to be packing. I was supposed to be working on my dissertation.

At least, while I was writhing in pain on the couch, I got to see Rocket denied again. Damn, but Kerry Wood can pitch.

So, you know, there are consolations.