Am I sick? I can't tell.  Well, I know I feel like shit...I just am sort of hoping its an illusion, a trick of the wind.

My prescription for myself has been ignoring it and having tons of fun. TK and Andrew are back from the UK, they came for a sleepover last week. This weekend we had a lovely picnic in Fort Greene Park, complete with perfect weather, apples to apples and empanadas. And you know, friends. And then yesterday I tutored and had office hours, a surprisingly pleasant workday, and then Jen and i treated ourselves to a date at a wine bar. We even took a CAB home. That rarely happens with our tight budget these days.

And yet. I still feel pretty hideous. Sore throat. Wicked headache. Really exhausted. Pleh.