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Went on spring break in New Orleans, and it was fantastic, except for felling a bit unlike myself the last two days, which ended up turning into a terrible head cold. I still have the remnants of the cold which has now manifested as a cold sore on my mouth that is uncharacteristically small. I've resorted in going back to my old friend Tylenol PM to help my body recuperate. 2 tablets, a half hour, the warm and fuzzy feeling, then out.
Today, things were looking brighter. I found a muddy $10 on the ground, and given my proclivity towards avarice (who am I kidding?), I kept it. That's enough for the train fair to Princeton so I can see 300. Then Friday, a sojourn to the city to see the Wind that Shakes the Barley (it has finally come out in the United States) with Grace, I hope.
Finished David Sedaris' book Naked. Hilarious. Memorable quote: "I tried to straighten him out, but there's only so much you can do for a person who thinks Auschwitz is a brand of beer." Now reading Grant Stoddard's Working Stiff, which is about an "accidental sexpert," an ex-pat who now writes for Nerve.com in New York. I will justify the purchase by saying that it was at the college bookstore. Granted, there's a lot of sordid trash and borderline porn/smut on the shelves there. It's brainless pulp fiction, I know (not that I'm apologizing), but it's enjoyable.