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When I woke up this morning, my head hurt worse than I can ever recall. I thought it better not to go to school and back to bed instead. Indeed, I was right. After waking up for the third time, I threw up something fierce. Fierce and purple. I don't know what it was, but it was enough to expel whatever evil there was inside me, so I called up John, who had spent the better part of his three hours of school in the student council room, coming up with possible SnoDaze dates for Keirnan. We went to Chipotle, and thinking better of it than to eat whatever it was that may have made me feel so ill, ordered some chips and guacamole. And a coke, with a lime. I do feel a lot better now, and after a small amount of detective work, have attributed my sickness to the aspirin I'd taken on an empty stomach, without water, on account of the aforementioned headache.

So that was my day so far. Tonight, Joe, whose car hit 200,000 miles yesterday, and who found out earlier today that he had been chosen to direct Tartuffe (We decided against "Flea" in the long run.), is planning on celebrating his eighteenth birthday tonight with a trip to El Bustan. Rah.

Peace.
-Todd