Friday, September 24, 2004
Snot
I can't breathe. I can't hear. I can't talk. I've protracted at least a gallon of mucous from my face today, and that's a conservative estimate. Yes, Mom, I went to Wal-Mart and picked up some Robitussin.

And speaking of Wal-Mart, lying in the parking lot at my feet was this wrinkled movie poster. I took it as a sign, and it's now hanging on my dorm wall.

posted by Peter at 2:10 AM
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