I didn't go to work today, since it's monday and I'm not really scheduled to work on Mondays.  And it turned out that most of the editorial staff didn't go in either.  So I think I made the right choice.
    I got out of bed around one today, which was much much later than I'd hope to get up. I'd talked with Rachel about going down to Coney Island today, but that never materialized.  So I walked around and bought some lunch, then went up to Prospect Park and sat there reading a newspaper. It was a nice sunny day, not too chilly. It took me some time today to figure out that I was sick.  I feel like poo.  I thought for a while that I was just tired from getting up quickly, but after a few hours it became apparent that something's wrong.  So I came home and watched a bit of High Fidelity, then took a nap for a few hours.  One of my great joys is afternoon naps. Though the phone kept ringing, and it wasn't for me.  But I was worried about delivering the messages to my roommates, and that concern invaded my dreams.  I had some sort of space or air-travel themed dream I think. Some sort of flying was involved.  Anyway, after that i took a really long hot shower, another of life's joys.  Then I bought a big steak. Whenever I'm sick, i feel like it's partly due to a lack of protein or something, and i think i should eat a lot of meat. So i ate a balanced dinner tonight for the first time in a while, complete with veggies.  and a huge flank stank. Tasty.  I hate grocery stores in New York, by the way. I can't believe how little you can buy for 30 dollars.  Anyway, I think my body is mad at me.  My immune system is fairly weak right now I'd say. I ran out of my vitamin C and echinacea last week, and now i'm sick. Maybe I'm becoming dependent on the stuff.  Anyway, my roommates have also been sick, so that's probably the cause.  Though too much going out and not enough sleep is playing a significant part I'd say.

    Some good news today: email from Doug.  He's planning a New York trip in June for a few days.  Which will be nice, since it's apparent that I'm never going to be able to go see him in Austin.  And I haven't seen him in 4 and a half years.  That'll be nice.

    So Rachel is leaving for Ohio tomorrow, where she's from and will be attending law school.  It's sort of sad.  I'm sort of sick though, so i was having trouble digesting that fact.  I met her and Jed down at the 12th St. bar.  I just drank coke all night, despite the peer pressure to do otherwise.  rachel spent most of the evening drawing on me and Jed with a pen. Which reminds me, fuck, I left my pen at the bar.  She drew a little pencil-thin mustache on Jed. and wanted to draw on me, but i didn't feel much like playing along. So jed went to the bathroom and took off his undershirt and unbuttoned his first few buttons, then slicked his hair back.  If it were 1947, he'd've looked really attractive, in a homosexual kind of way.  He reminded me of a young Clark Gable crossed with a young Orson Welles.  Anyway, I'm sad to see Rachel go.  She's a funny gal.  And insightful.  Tonight she said to me "You should start your own website.  It'd be great for all your friends to keep in touch and we could all comment.  And you could put up pictures of yourself all the time. that'd be just like you.  I'd bet it's only a matter of time before you have your own website. You'd that kind of person."  "Oh yeah?" I said. She doesn't know about my site.  And then she said something about me being self aware but not too vain, just in an endearing way.  I like her kind of compliments.    Anyway, since she's leaving, I gave her the website address.  I wonder if I would have if she wasn't leaving.  Anyway, i gotta go drop a sleep bomb on this cold.

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