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02-16-02 - 10:20 p.m. Here's a fun Google hit: I feel like shit. Justin cooked fried rice tonight and it has decided to disagree with my apparently fragile stomach. Just mine, of course. Bryan and Justin are both fine. Then again, I've felt shitty all day, so I don't know if I should straight away blame it on Justin's cooking. If it turns out that I have to have another useless bodily organ removed, I'm gonna be pissed. What's left to take after an appendix? My spleen? Ick.
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