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Got to get up early and do an interview at 9 a.m. This is bad enough, but I’m feeling particularly sickly — aching head, sore throat, lethargic limbs — and would like to take some Nyquil. But if I do that, I won’t get up until 2.

I watched American Wedding tonight. What a terrible, terrible film. How does an “actor” read that script and think, “Dude, I have got to be a part of this gleaming addition to comedic history!”? I’m not normally one to point out and ridicule low-brow humor or “art,” but Jesus. And you could see the boob job scars on one of the strippers. Tsk tsk.

Maybe Big Fish will be better. Going to see it tomorrow with the gang.