2005-08-15 || 11:37 p.m.

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i think i might have pinkeye. my hypothesis is corroborated by various online self-diagnosis sites, the bain of my hypochondriac/psychosomatic self. i cannot be certain, but i would like to point out the germ convention going on in the 737 we took down to san diego for the weekend. the moment of infection occurred when i rubbed at my eyeball after having woken up in time for early morning beverage service.

we went to san diego. it was overcast and chilly the entire time we were there, the cloud cover breaking up only upon our getting into the truck that drove us back to the airport. also: it was red tide. the water was chocolate milk with a daring dash of ketchup and thus unswimmable. there was, however, the most spectacular bioluminescence going on at night. we were completely sober and still shrieking at the top of our lungs over all the glowing. you know in the last unicorn when the white water gets all glowy and turns into unicorns? like that! except substitute dinoflagellates for unicorns. but the waves looked like banshees! and your footprints glowed when you stomped on the sand! and there were mutant jellyfish washed up all over the beach who no doubt died from all the psychadelic excitement. other things of note in san diego: the carlsbad swap meet, in which i witnessed a street fight. my pops coming down for dinner and drawing crab trap plans for michael. kelly staying for the whole weekend. three-hour lego extravaganza featuring three people over the age of 25. when i was sitting on the carpet constructing my dream home pirate ship (with sky lights and food replicator!) michael's father informed me i looked retarded. watching countless episodes of surb your enthusiasm with m's parents, which wasn't at all awkward, and is why i love them so (i got to call michael a 'douche bag' in their presence! they curse like sailors!).

michael is gone for the week on a highly classified work endeavor, so i am alone. rather than using my time in a constructive manner, i have completed several crossword puzzles and caught an episode of fear factor:twins. tomorrow night: possible chocolate chip cookies for dinner and putting on lots of make-up painstakingly slowly for no reason at all but to hang around in the bathroom.

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