so, after a week of (sorely) waiting, the envelope is opened and the winner is ... mono. Mononucleosis, or some shit. that's what I have, what I will have for some time, according to the doc. chances are, the girl's got it, too, either before or after me. in that way, but in not many others, it's like a little HIV mystery: where did this strange and bewildering ailment come from?!? regardless, if I am forced to stop sloppily making out with the girl I love, then the Taliban has already won, and I simply cannot allow that. it would be unamerican. gesundheit.