05.18.04

Heavens, I think I've finally gotten my Voicemail situation fixed. I hope. Ah, the joys of tech.

Major joy to dicentrah (a googolplex o' happiness to you and yours).

Not much to say right now, fighting an upper respiratory infection. I woke up in the wee hours this morning feeling as if a horde of boll weevils had moved into my lungs. I watched a wonderful, late-1960s, exploitation flick, Riot on the Sunset Strip. Great, now I want to see the whole thing. It's SO cheesy. Xat says, check it out.

Today after geology, I made the fixes in the Alchemy--we're taking it back to the printer tomorrow afternoon. Oooo! Field trip.

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