Whoa, last night was crummy. Well, to be fair, except for a few bright spots. Everything will be fine, but it was so crummy I don't even want to re-hash it here in my diary, not even minimally.

And I thought the Indian food was disagreeing with me but now I seem to be coming down with something, so I'm leaving for home pretty soon. I need to do some thinking and some sleeping and some watching of daytime TV. Actually I think it will be better if I do the thinking AFTER the sleeping.

Tomorrow I'm 36. Happy happy.

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