I have a headcold.

Lookidat. I have used about forty tissues in the last hour. I am seriously considering not going to school tomorrow. It's only Design & Layout. Greg will curse my name to the heavens, but I am sick. *sniffles pathetically*

And after I just spent an hour getting my Short Story assignment done, too. Ah, well. I'll hand it in on Monday.

Dear Flist:

Please stop obsessing about Ian Thorpe. We all know (you think) he's hot. It's bad enough hearing about him all the time from our media outside of the Olympics. It was entertaining at first but is now getting repetitive. Please, please stop.

Yours,
D.
XX

P.S. Australia rocks. We kick your arses at medals per capita. Don't make us come over there and swim at you.