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So I watched the news last night and discovered to my utter dismay that the
whole damn city of Seattle began rioting over my pointed absence this weekend. Some people just don't know how to control those emotions, I guess. How was dinner, anyway? I was actually hoping to come, but I seem to have misplaced Michael's phone number and so had no way of contacting you guys. Also, I wasn't quite confident in my ability to find your house through "alternative" methods such as hanging out at the train station or wandering through Microsoft millionaire-type neighborhoods. And to top it all off, I lost my voice Friday night - for no apparent reason other than the usual deficit of sleep and surplus of cigarettes - and wouldn't you know it would have to turn into a full blown cold by this morning. As can be expected, we're experiencing the most insanely gorgeous weather I've seen in all my Februarys in Portland, which is making my acceptance of actually being sick even more difficult. Whatever happened with your fever? I'd feel much better if I knew others were sharing my pain. In fact, I promptly gave my cold to Amber on Saturday, so I'd have a partner in my time of homebound misery. She took it a step further, in true drama queen fashion. Case in point - I'm at work, she's rounding out her 39th consecutive hour in bed. Anyway, I'm going to skip out of here a whopping half an hour EARLY today because people are starting to look visibly pained when I try to talk. But I thought I'd check on the success of the dinner party and apologize for not making it. And if you get a chance, tell Michael that I have a very legitimate reason for losing his phone number. Or at least, I'll have one by the time he calls. Kate
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