Taria... yes, you called. I was reading Death of a Salesman upstairs and I guess my parents thought I was sleeping. I'll call you back... later.

Oh yes, and that flu? Not the flu - bronchitis. Nothing beats knowing you've shared infected food and drink with countless associates. I'm set for two weeks of anti-cough pills that make me feel floaty, several friends who may be sick in the coming days, and one (agonizing, if this cough doesn't improve) forensics tournament next Friday. Whee.

Until next time... well... you know the drill.