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Everyone was happy to sleep in, with MLK's blessing. I woke from a horrifying and visceral dream about zombies to the comfort of French toast. Logan and the crew left after breakfast, leaving us to further naps. Later, we watched some Popeye cartoons, chased with the eminently watchable James Bond: Tomorrow Never Dies. (I've seen it at least four times, usually by chance.) As the evening went on, I started to feel sick and ended up lying on the carpet for 45 minutes, finally getting into bed to warm up and falling asleep.
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