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Yesterday I got shot. Only once, though, and it did nothing save make my arm hurt. And generate antibodies, I guess. (My pronoun has no antecedents. Argh.) My dad was amused that light reading for me meant Oscar Wilde. My doctor was amused at the fact that what my brother wanted to be when he grew up was rich. I was amused because I didn't know how to pronounce the name of the writer whose plays I brought along to read, but honestly, do you? Brilliant writer, though, but I suppose being imprisoned for homosexuality ruined his rep for him, all right, or at any rate ruined his rep for the rest of that century.