Eye of Newt

I must be the crabbiest sick person in San Francisco. I am sick of being sick!!! (Kicks trash can under desk spitefully.)

Okay.

It seemed that just this past Sunday, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was singing hosanas to Sudafed and its powers. But now I can see that the light at the end of the tunnel was actually the oncoming train.

Waaaaah.

No dancing tonight. Ney is back and I was so so so so so looking forward to his class. I can't go looking like the Wreck of the Hesperus. Or breathe on somebody.

The colorful picture above is a rhinovirus. If you ever wanted to know how these little buggers keep you from enjoying your life, click here. It's actually kind of interesting.

No it isn't. I hate them.

I think I'm going to walk over to Chinatown today at lunch and see if I can find a new remedy. The streets of Chinatown are lined with herbalist shops filled with bins of wood chips, unidentified dried roots and dead creepy crawly things: maybe they have something better than Sudafed. I'd even suck on an eye of newt* if it would help.

No, I changed my mind. I would take another Sudafed.

*"Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog" was part of the incantation of the three witches in Shakespeare's Macbeth. Did they know something the makers of Sudafed don't?