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Finally, at least technically, I am no longer ill. I still cough a lot, but nothing like I was. And it has been a very good weekend. There was Rocky on Friday, and I seem finally to have forgiven Rocky for not even trying to be a genuine reversal of social conventions and decided that I can use it as an excuse to dress up and watch my friends do amusing things. Gotta love the Tri-co callbacks... Audience: 'Describe Swarthmore!' Movie: '... some kind of hunting lodge for rich weirdos...' (To my Swat friends: this is not meant as an insult. Honest.) (Well, actually it is, but a friendly one. You know.) Lizzie brought her father, which was odd. Don't usually see people that old at Rocky, but he seemed to like it. And it involved staying up late and wearing my nice happy dress that Ruth got me for my last birthday and taking the sort of photographs that automatically disqualify anyone in them from political office, so it was good. Then Saturday Syona Keleste and Eredien and E.'s boyfriend and Earis and Ghost Cat and J. and I went and saw Spirited Away at the Bryn Mawr theatre, proving that at least once a year the movie theatre in town will decide to be nice and show something I like. Of course, I've seen Spirited Away before, multiple times, but it's always worth watching again. Yay Miyazaki! And afterwards I went to the bookstore and read the new Diana Wynne Jones and bought Chobits 5. This morning at High Table we all dyed eggs and left the ones with Greek letters on them in wax anonymously outside Professor Edmonds' door. And Ruth gets here this evening. So it has pretty much been a perfect weekend. Except for the Archae presentation I have on Monday that is still looming and glowering and lowering on the horizon. Still, life is much better now than it has been in quite a while.

My LJ is being very silly and will not let me comment on other people's entries at the moment, so I will say here, nii-chan, I am very sorry about your dog. Much love and call me if you want to talk.

And Happy Birthday to Weirdquark.

Recreational Reading: Pursuit of the Millennium, or a History of Millenarian Anarchism in Medieval Europe, Norman Cohn; What We Are Fighting For: the Purpose of Feminism, Joanna Russ.