Columbine, sweet, I'd love to do a proper reply to your recent journal
entry (you partially convinced me, but not entirely), but I'm feeling
rather feverish, and I don't trust myself to type coherently. I was going
to cook Kevin a nice welcome-home dinner, but instead I'm going to make
some ramen and go lie in front of the tv set for the rest of the
evening.
I'll hopefully be more interesting tomorrow.