Wimps
No one voted for a mystery illness! Not even any softball diseases like the flu. Wimps, I tell you. You're all wimps.

Labor-free Weekend
Three day weekends are a fabulous thing, especially when you do so many different things that it feels at least twice as long. Having your roommate be out of town the whole time really helps, too. Ah, such peace and quiet.
Highlights:
-two late nights out with friends. (And on one of them I met a cute new bartender at one of my favorite Irish pubs. His name is Shamus, but he doesn't have an accent. He's hilarious, though, so I think I can look past it.)
-one quiet night coming home early and treating myself to some Cold Stone on the way
-spending a morning at Brighton Beach (It's in Brooklyn.) A little sunshine and walking through the waves really helped me clear my head. Despite all the broken glass in the sand and the large number of middle-aged Russian men in Speedos (including one who was a bit ... um ... excited), it was very peaceful, and I felt so far away.
-an afternoon party at a sort of out-there art museum in Queens
-Shakespeare in the Park. It was a musical version of Two Gentleman of Verona ... set in the 1970s. Sounds like a total trainwreck, but it was so hilarious.
-one day doing absolutely nothing but sleep, enjoy the beautiful weather and read a great Mauve Benchy book.

Sigh, and now I really do have to go to work tomorrow.