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- Yeah, good job, my head's all stuffed up again, worse than ever. I think I might stay home tomorrow. I really felt fine yesterday but I suppose maybe standing around in the cold and rain for five hours this morning didn't help anything. So now I shall take some Nyquil and get into bed. In a few. The weekend was pretty okay, I suppose - my run yesterday was fantastic. The forest smelled so good. The forest always smells good but yesterday it was magic - ponderosa and apple, so amazing. I ran by a field with a murder of crows, a hundred at least, and the beasts all got up and flew around in the air above me when I ran by. I ran by lots of stinking deers, only one of which had the decency to run away from me. The others stood there with insolence, even the ones with fawns. I don't remember what I did with it, but the weekend was fine. Oh, I went to a party yesterday - that was fun. End.
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