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God. I feel sick. But I'm not.

You know what I mean?

First of all, our dismissal was at 11:45, and I got home at 3.

Gahd. How unlucky.

I spent a big chunk of the time sleeping at gate four.

It was uncomfortable and sort of embarrassing. But what the hell. I didn't know what else to do.

Anyhow. I spent most of the day asleep.

And I still feel sort of woozy.

I checked the thermometer. I don't have fever.

It's probably just stress.

But oh well.