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Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
The rest of the story...
Called Mike's. Got Mike's roommate Trevor, who thankfully knew what was going on. Got directions to Mike's. Made it there, the rain having stopped raining, and met Trevor. He looks like Trevor from high school, Trevor who dated Mandy and apparently tried to hit on me a few times, although I missed it.
Settled in with the wireless connection (drops the network if I don't have activity every 30 seconds or so; much annoyance there with MOOing until I made the World's most Annoying Trigger Set so that there was activity every 30 seconds. Then I was challenged to a chess game.
I am not very good at chess, O Best Beloved. And, consequently, I lost. But Mike was impressed with my effort. During the home cable came back up, and I was able to see Angel. They were quite nice to me here; have been fed spinach dip and hawai'ian bread, an orange, and lots of water. The sofa bed is folded out. The cat is nice. It's all in all pretty cool.

Phone rang at 10:45 or so, as I was lounging around waiting for the meds to all kick in and make me not cough, not have a runny nose, and generally feel well. Am not feeling well, but am at least functional. Talked to someone for 45 minutes, which made me feel needed, loved, and appreciated. This was in addition to the benefit of being told that I had helped him feel better. You know who you are, and you know I'm thinking about you. It's not easy. Hang in there. We have a bet to complete.

Stayed on the phone until I felt my ability to concentrate on talking begin to flag. Said goodnight, and am now contemplating where I put my tiny alarm clock so that I know I'll be up in time. Will substitute stopwatch alarm, as Mike plans to be up much earlier and roommate has to report around 7. Doubt I'll sleep through that, they're strangers. And Mike's making an omelette. Goodnight, O Best Beloved.

now feeling:: thoughtful thoughtful

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quinby From: quinby Date: August 12th, 2003 01:35 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Hey.. I have something up my sleeve, and thus have a request. I need Shan's @desc if you still have it. If not, just a quick general idea of what she looks like. Mwhahah.
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