I called in sick to work yesterday, making mine a three-day-weekend, but it was no party. I stayed under a blanket all day drinking tea and soups trying to sweat this virus out. What killed me early in the week, was a long walk I took outdoors, breathing in deep the cold, cold air. I figured the exercise would do me good, but I also chilled all my brachioles to optimum temperature for virus breeding, apparently. In the nighttime, sandy and I went to see the kids in the hall at town hall. We had fourth row seats and we were sitting directly behind one of the people singled out to have his head crushed by the carachter who does just that. For a brief, euphoric moment I assumed he was pointing at me and I got all puffed up and smiley as he came walking over to our side of the stage, only to realize he was pointing at the other guy. Sandy said that she went through the same thing. It was an amazing evening of entertainment. I laughed alot, which also tended to bring up hunks of infectious goo from my lungs, much to the concern of the theatergoers around me. I didn’t care. It was a perfect night out.

For the past three days I have had the flu that is spreading all over the city. I left work early on monday, stayed home yesterday, and wasn’t very productive today. The weird thing is that I got this sick a year and week ago last year. I remember it because I was on the way home from a super bowl weekend company trip to north conway nh. I felt really lucky that I didn’t puke in my boss’s van. It will be interesting to see if I get sick on the second saturday of february 2001. Will I have the strength to break this unhealthy pattern, stay tuned!