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I came home from school early today because I fear I may be developing another megrim. Watching the granulation demo nearly did me in. My vision, although not filled with blind spots, isn't working quite right, and gazing upon a torch flame made me feel woozy, hypnotized, and incapable of thought. Ugh. Even now, this computer monitor is drawing me in. It's like being stoned without benefit of drugs. I don't like it.

No kung fu for me yesterday--I got a last-minute invitation to go downhill skiing, and since these opportunities only arise about once a decade for me, I snapped it up. I had glorious fun sailing down the hills in perfect snow. It was light and fluffy, and the trails weren't too packed. I fell four times, which isn't too bad considering it's only my fifth time ever downhill skiing, and by the end of the evening, I was going pretty much full-tilt down the hills. Of course, I was doing the beginner trail rather than the intermediate or expert, but that's acceptable. I figure that if I could ski every other day, I'd be zooming down the expert hills in no time.

I guess I have a lifetime of beginner trails ahead of me, because I can't afford to go downhill skiing very often at all. Ah well....

On the way home from class, I stopped in a book store and the Salvation Army and picked up a bunch of magazines and books. I couldn't resist the most recent Weekly World News, as it scoops the mind-bending story of strange cats found on Mars. Oh yes, and Elvis knocked someone else up again. That guy really ought not to have any wild oats left, by now. Other than that, I got a beading magazine, Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped, Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, Farley Mowat's Lost in the Barrens, and a book of quotations called The Humour of Sex: From Aristotle to Mae West and Beyond.

These should keep me busy for a while....