yuck. a cold, gray, rainy day. i'm in manhattan, working for a disorganized company that really couldn't care in the slightest whether i show up or not. i'm reading a great book and all i want to do is get back on the subway and read. it's a bad sign when i'm excited to leave work and get on the subway.
there's no solidly funny odd news to share, no pictures of drunken cats (which remarkably got more email responses than any blog entry in a long time) or of half-naked russian presidents.
i have a bad cough.
a friend of mine was date raped last night.
i think i'll move to australia.
if australia makes that list go away then i'm coming with you...
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