If The Universe Loved Me A Boulder Would Fall On My Head Now

This was going to be a nice long post about the SLE final of doom, the last week at Stanford before break, and how it feels being home from school for the first time.

But then, as tends to happen after I take trips involving means of mass transit (ie planes), I got sick. Bleh. So now I am just sort of lying here feeling pathetic and head-achey and toothachey (thank you body!) and feverish and just generally awful, and hoping I survive an outing to the museum tomorrow with my grandma and my aunt.

Please to be killing me now?