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Saturday, February 11, 2006

Two dozen

It was my birthday on Thursday; I am now the grand old age of 24. Thanks to a poorly timed bout of stomach flu -- which flatmate emily insists is called Winter Vomiting -- the queasy feeling in my digestive system was not from overintake of alcohol (for once), but induced by a few bites of pizza...

So not the most exciting celebration, but good -- if slightly subdued -- times were had. I've spent the last few days in recovery mode, but am feeling better now. I guess this is what happens the more aged and decrepit one becomes...


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