I still have a cold. My head feels like my brain has been embalmed with cotton balls. My ears won't pop when I ride the metro, so my head feels extra funny. This is probably the worst cold that I've had since the one I had about this time last year when I chugged decongestant out of the bottle and had coughing fits that made me have to sit down and rest. The one where I thought I had TB? Alex remembers, if only because I hacked all over him every other night...

Lots of people were missing at school today. This was a big mystery until Meg explains that this is because four of them were attacked by some drunk dude at a bar and then saw the drunk dude shoot the bartender in the chest. Good times. Dude hit the girls, and punched Clark in the face and broke his nose. And all this time I had been feeling bad for being lame and never going out to bars! Now it turns out that rather than being lame, it was a survival mechanism! I win!

James had very much wanted to meet Ivan, so I set up a meet and greet. It went well, and they got along better and had more to say to eachother than I have to say to Ivan, so that was cool. Mostly also because I wanted to think a little bit more about this people getting beat up thing and wasn't really in the mood to do a whole lot of small talk. There was also an exchange of sorts. I'm vaguely disturbed that I now apparently exude enough sketch that I can go halfway around the world and meet people who like the same kinds of things I do. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing...

Home for homework and study. James put his hand on my knee as we were riding down the escalator. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Mostly not so much. Ew.