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It's been exactly two weeks since my last blog post.

When someone first mentioned it (Tracy, that's you), I began to wonder if I maybe should get to it.

Side note: Tracy, when you mentioned that in front of Tom, I about died. I mean, I know that he knows about it, but come on. Don't remind him. I'm already sure he thinks I'm crazy. (Side side note: The Tom I'm referring to is an editor at a paper I interned at a year ago, where I'm hoping to get hired fairly soon).

Anyway, someone else mentioned it to me a day or so ago and I figured I'd better get on it before the third person angry at me for not updating my blog skips the telling me they're unhappy and goes straight to hitting me in the head with a tack hammer.

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There's really not much to tell, aside from the fact that I'm having a fairly horrific day. Nothing has gone right. I have picked up some sort of evil infection that at first behaved like strep throat and now is doing other very fascinating things to me. I sneezed in class today and perforated an eardrum, which according to Dr. Mom means I could get an infection in my brain and DIE. I need to go see a doctor fairly soon. There was a problem with the paper's Web site this morning that took me forever to figure out and then one of my coworkers started harassing me about it.

Thus far, I've armed myself with a ruler and have vowed to use it against anyone who angers me today. The above mentioned coworker received a few raps to the head with it when he tried to hug me.

It didn't have any effect, but as he was hugging me, I sniffled rather loudly and he looked at me alarmedly.

"Are you going to spit on me?" he asked, but still holding on.

"Dude, I'm sick!" I yelled at him, which echoed throughout the hallway right outside the newsroom.

"Then why am I hugging you!?" He said. He still had not let go.

"GET OUT OF MY FACE!" I cried. He finally let go after that.

"That conversation made my day," someone said from inside the newsroom.

If I survive this day, it will be an out and out miracle. If I survive to graduation, it will probably be an act of God. Which would also be a miracle, now that I think about it. Are you confused now? Good. So am I.