No bread for you.

10:51 a.m., Feb. 12, 2002

I'm not sure how it happened, as I was awake and feverishly designing my midterm but sometime, around 6 p.m. last night, a goblin snuck into my throat, took out my tonsils and replaced them with a golf ball.

Or at least that's what it feels like.

Weekend highlights: re-watching Fargo, Jen's visit, sleeping in and eating lunch at Manny's Coffee Shop and Deli.

At Manny's, I ordered the best grilled cheese of my life, and the counter-guy looked at me and said "That's weird, lady." Then he questioned whether I could handle a latke, and took away the slices of Jewish rye that I was going to have ("Do you need that bread? Give it to me.").

Awesome.

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