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Isn't it ironic? Dontcha think?
It's official: I have come down with a flu. It is highly unlikely that I'll be able to go and see J. in his play tonight. I feel some sort of perverse satisfaction in the fact that this time I'm the one cancelling out, although this hardly compares to that time I cooked him a fantastic meal and he cancelled at the last minute because of his own flu. I doubt that tonight he'll refuse to go on stage because I can't make it, he's not such a star. Yet.