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
I'll hopefully be more interesting tomorrow.