"I have to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time..."

Hey all, another short post here for now. Thanks a lot for the prayers and well-wishing and everything else, my fever finally quit me sometime yesterday afternoon, and while my other symptoms are still hanging around, it's a remarkable relief to feel somewhat human again. After Mama of all people called and told me to go see a doctor I drove accross campus to the student health service. The nurse there was a nice lady named Maureen Cousino (no relation), and after a few general questions about my symptoms and everything else she showed the doctor in. It wasn't a long visit, he didn't seem too phazed by anything I told him (neither was I, I just didn't like having it), and asked a few of the standard "where are you from/what are you studying" questions. Nice guy. He gave me a prescription for some antibiotics, wished me luck with graduation and everything else, and took off. "You almost made it the whole four years without coming here" said Ms. Cousino sympathetically, as she gave me a small bottle of pills and showed me the door. "Yeah," I said. "I tried."

Influenza: Day V

Sheesh, you'd think it would take me less time to get over this thing. The last few days are all sort of a blur of lying under a blanket shivering, then suddenly sweating and taking off the blanket, then shivering again and putting the blanket back on, with the occaisional coughing fit thrown in for good measure. Every time I fall asleep I keep expecting to wake up feeling somewhat better, or at least rested, but so far that's turned out to be disappointingly untrue. So yeah, I feel selfish asking for prayers for myself, but I really need to get over this, with the semester drawing rapidly to a close, being sick is about the worst possible thing to happen. I hope you are all doing well, thanks a lot for everything.

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Coffee From Above

So I was meandering through one of the classroom buildings just now, feeling more than a little spacy and tired, when I turned a corner and there, in the hallway, was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen: It was a table with a white tablecloth, a glass bowl full of ice, a few bottles of water, a pitcher of cream, some sugar packets, and... coffee. Crackbucks coffee, nonetheless. I swear I heard a choir somewhere, just holding a dominant chord in various forms, climbing to the very top, nay, above the top of the human vocal capacity... I looked around, but the entire floor of the building was empty. Deserted. I looked back at the table, wondering at what point the ethereal choir would have to stop to take a breath. After pondering the situation I found myself in for a few microseconds, I reached the conclusion that any reasonable person would: God wanted me to have this coffee. Not being one to refuse such an obvious example of divine providence, I poured myself a cup, put in a little sugar (not too much), put in some half-n-half, and drank. The choir resolved to tonic and faded to silence. Beautiful silence. Caffeinated silence. Within a minute or two, the first cup was gone. I looked, half-surprised to find that the table was still there. I poured myself a second cup, and walked slowly away, thanking heaven for once again providing for me from its merciful bounty.

Whatcha gonna do about it?

Hello Reginald. I was just sitting here minding my own business the other day when someone walked up to me and said “Hey, what’s the difference between you and a Norwegian kayak maker?” “What?” I asked, somewhat annoyed by the direction he was taking the conversation which ten seconds earlier had not existed. “The kayak maker has a freakin’ job!” He said, and then walked away playing his panpipe and humming rhymes about the coming end of Life As We Know It (LAWKI), Northwestern Canada’s premier television game show in which the contestants have to distinguish between questions asked in nonsense syllables and those asked in the Inuit language. Who cares? I’ll bet the Inuit people do, having their language made fun of like a circus clown on a tiny bicycle falling off of a cliff and onto the next topic of conversation: Petroleum. Just kidding, I sure as shoe polish don’t want to talk about petroleum. I recently discovered that Macadamia nuts coated in chocolate taste delicious. I’d never had any before this week that weren’t buried deep within cookies of the same name, and those weren’t terrible, but I’d have to say that they were better in chocolate. Yes indeed, if you remember one thing which I tell you it should be that things are as they were when they weren’t as yet included in the current order of things that are presently but didn’t used to be. See what I mean? That’s what that nay-sayer with the panpipe will never understand when he’s driving through the sleet in his borrowed Escalade pretending to be somebody’s best friend’s lawyer suing the pants off some poor restaurateur who happened to serve tea at one hundred degrees Celsius the way it ought to be served, Fuzzy Math (FM) notwithstanding. So I was thinking about the Mayfair the other day, not that I’ve ever seen a Mayfair or know exactly what it is, but I’ll bet that it’s pretty nice, because the word has a pleasant ring to it. Anyways, for the sake of LAWKI (and many other acronyms I’m sure), I’d better get to reading some Beaumarchais and studying for a test of my fortitude, which could come and go as it wishes, at any given time. I wish you the best of luck, Reginald. I’m sure that it shall all right itself in an odd sort of way, as it always does this time of year, so hold onto your hat and hope for the best and nothing bad will hurt more than a bee sting in the eye, which I believe would hurt a great deal. Best to avoid the bee’s nest altogether and not to wantonly throw rocks.

Remember me?

Hello blog fans of the earth. Miss me? I apologize for my lack of consistency in posting on this thing, I really don't have much of an excuse. Can't complain about life lately, I went home for the Easter Triduum, which was great. School plods on as usual, which isn't so great, although I'm still enjoying it for the most part. Only four weeks to go, which is still longer than most college students have. For some reason my fine institution of higher education (IHE) decided that we'd rather have a really long Christmas break than a decently long summer. Not a great idea as far as I'm concerned, but who asked me? Four weeks to go... I'm really pretty excited about the whole thing, although the uncertainty of what's to follow still bothers me at times. I'm not even sure where I'm going to live after packing my car full of my belongings and heading for home. The good news is that I have a few options to choose between (assuming that none fall through), so life could be a heck of a lot worse. On the other hand, the decision would be quite a lot easier if I had fewer options. We’ll see. I’m sure it’ll work out alright. That’s all for now, I’ll try to have some thing more interesting to write soon. Have a good week!