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It seems like breaktimes are the times when my immune system goes to Hawaii. Look O Body Of Mine: it's not an "immune system break," it's a whole body break. A break spent in bed, miserable, hacking up bits of lung is no break at all. (Thankfully, that part of my week-of-sloth only lasted a few days.)

The rest of my week-without-class was consumed by a visit from the NJB. Hurrah for surprise visitors who come bearing bagels! (I may continue to have a crush on this boy, regardless of his actual proximity to me, as he comes to visit from Boston carrying a dozen bagels.)

So there, the last nine days summed up for you in two painfully short paragraphs. This is why the great American novel (or great Canadian, Spanish, or Peruvian novels) will ever be written about college students. We are boring, boring folk.

In other exciting news: I managed to narrow my music collection down to five "desert island albums." This took me a stupidly long time to come up with, so I'm sharing it here, as well as audiography. (Why are you not yet a member? These people are brilliant!) Plus, you know, random mp3s. I figure these are always good, and really can't be shared too often.

( Desert Island Five: Morphine, Smith, Mulvey, Jump Little Children, Coltrane )