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Monday, October 16, 2000

Migraine

My head hurts. I've been in airports or on airplanes for nine hours, with two to go. Dry air, equivalent pressure altitude of eight thousand feet, sneezes and sniffles recycled for everyone's enjoyment, the same "meal" for the N'th time -- some brown meat-like substance partitioned into slabs of identical appearance but widely varying texture, one of which completely resisted all attempts to bisect it with a knife and so got to live another day, perhaps to find its way onto someone else's plastic tray tomorrow.

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