april 7, 2001. We have been sick and cranky all day here at the rockethome. For my part, it's like a repeat of the days following the wedding: I can't keep food in me. The Boy's sickness is undetermined, but his crankiness is undisputed. I'm terrified of getting the stuff that Petra's got, therefore we took it easy today. Consequently, I have almost nothing to say. Except this: if anyone has any information that confirms that the name Liselotte Vitzlipützli was taken from a version of Faust, I would greatly appreciate it. I've been trying to hunt down the reference all night, and the sicker I get the more it seems like the hallucination of a wanna-be grad student. By the way, I'm seriously thinking about going back to school for my master's degree. More on that as it develops from a vague intention to a full-fledged something. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. And thus was ended the most boring entry in the short history of the world wide web.