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I’m finally on the up and up after a nasty bout of strep throat. It was no fun, but playing hooky and watching a bunch of movies (including Jawbreaker for the 462nd time) was a treat, and I had an excellent nurse (add ‘nurse’ to the revolting words with ’s’ sounds list). The only downside was the trip to the hospital to gets me pills. Hospitals here are shitshows. Privacy doesn’t seem to be a big thing, which means that you could be mid-colonoscopy and have an old lady barge into the room wondering if she’s in the right place. Like she didn’t know. 

I did manage to kill two birds with one stone though. The doctor burned off a wart that I’ve been cultivating for a while. I was sort of sad to see the little guy go. It means that people can no longer use one of my favorite expressions in reference to me: warts and all. You know, like “Lachy’s great to have at hot tub parties, warts and all.”

I registered for classes this morning. I was in a hurry, but I noticed a few of my classmates in line with me: a dreadlocked jam-bandy type from the States, a bloater from Canada who wouldn’t stop talking, a stern Slovenian girl, a British skinhead, and Japanese girls as far as I could spy. Can’t wait to see which class I’ll be in. Tenterhooks.

The weather’s spectacular right now. Here’s a photo from my ride home this morning. Feel the hot wind.