January 25, 1999.

Twenty minutes to departure. Make this quick, you.

Despite (or perhaps because of) my pounding headache, I've just spent the last 3 hours reading Johnny the Homicidal Maniac from cover to cover rather than working on the 1500-page monstrosity that is Clarissa. I can think of much worse ways to spend an evening, than with Anne Gwish and Nailbunny and Squee, not to mention Johnny (but you can call him Nny if you like). Fantastic stuff...I think I'm going to get into Squee next.

Digestive system still out of whack. I really really hope this is nothing serious.

Robbie Burns night is tonight. I have no idea if this is the actual holiday or if it's just the ESU's idea of a nice night out. Due to the distinct pain in my head and tummy, I'd very much like to skip this sucker...but I've skipped the last 4 ESU functions/meetings, so I need to keep up the connection if I'm to use it on my resume. Might come in handy very soon, actually...this week I'm interviewing for a camp councilor job. More details as they become relevant.

So it's into the plaid again for me. Blech.

Night.