Not The Olympics
15 September 2000
5:28 PM: Ugh. I thought I was kidding when I told Lana I might be suddenly sick this weekend. But I feel all the classic symptoms - way too tired compared to my level of activity, thick- headed, limbs feel like they're floating, sensations of hot and cold, and that disgusting snotty tickle at the back of the throat that nothing can dislodge. Ugh.
Well, at least it'd be an excuse for not getting out of bed until 1:30 PM again today. So much for an early start.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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