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September 21, 2006
Fever.
Too much work and too many nights make one incredibly sick. Who'd a thought? Unfortunately I'm going to have to work through this as I have too much work to do to take a break from work. Did I mention all the work I have to do?
I think I can sleep, hmm, Oct. 14.
I'll tell you one thing, it would help if Yie-hyeon stopped ending text messages with, "Just don't die."
Posted by b-applegate at September 21, 2006 6:07 AM
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Sheesh. Just don't die.
Check out some of that eastern or western medicine or something. Or stick your thumb with a pin. Or is that for cramps? Shoot. Don't remember.
Hope you're healthy soon Any movies I can review for you. Yeah. Sure!
Posted by: cherie at September 24, 2006 2:22 AM
It seems like a modest enough request, after all. I join Mom and Yie-hyeon in asking that you not die. Have someone message your foot, or your teeth or something. I worry about you. Re-reading Susan Sontag. Incredible. Against Interpretation has changed my life, again. Gee, does that mean that it changed back?
I love you,
Dad
Posted by: Fred Applegate at September 28, 2006 9:09 PM