Friday, June 28, 2002

So, did it snow like it was supposed to yet?

I was too busy having a dream about this weird disease that didn't seem to do anything apart from be amazingly contagious and cause intense paranoia. You could cure it by stabbing infected people with a pen (Faculty flashbacks - but this is just a normal pen, not one filled with drugs), but of course when everyone's so paranoid, going around stabbing people with pens doesn't precisely foster community spirit.

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