We’re still pretty messed up. Bruce came home from work a day early to rescue us, and now he has the dreaded plague also. The most irritating thing about it is the glacial recovery pace. Each night I go to bed thinking, “surely tomorrow I will feel better.” And I don’t–or if I do, maybe ten percent better. My homegirl SM even has it now.

I would like to kill the mom that brought her snotty, contagious kid to the class last week. Grrrrrr.

In the meantime, I’ve been entertaining myself by reading about the political clash at UCI, the real reason blogging is hard, and MC Hammer’s blog (remember him?). I also came across a much better article on methamphetamine, one that is so much more enlightening than the New Times version. Yummy pictures.

P.S. You might have noticed that Dooce opened up comments on one of her recent entries for the first time in a very long time. Last time I checked she was up to over 1,500 comments and counting. Holy crap.