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The good thing about being sick is that you go to bed extremely early on a night when you would normally be out and about doing ridiculous things and drinking too much.

And now, I'm up early, with the whole day in front of me. And a bin of recently-returned-from-my-parent's-garage-bedbug-free books. (I didn't realize how much I was missing my books until I got them back. I'm a frequent re-reader.)

Jamba Juice and Central Park are calling. Along with a possible date hang-out with The Musician.