*grunt*

*honk* *wheeze*

An Open Letter to my Immune System:

When you're damn well done with a cold, would you PLEASE cease and desist in symptoms post-haste? My head has been feeling 'better' since Tuesday morning. And then I spend this morning wracking up unpleasant gooeys in lab meeting. Most disconcerting. Yes, yes, I appreciate that you've done a bang-up job, and that compared to the rest of my family, you're a paragon of rapid-response surveillance. But for once, just once, would you bloody well do what I ask?

Thank you,
Your Host Body

Hrmm.

It's been nigh unto a month since my last real post. Methinks that parts of the mental-emotional-synapto-complex are a little jammed up.

Either that, or thing's've been busy. (Yes, yes, all at once: "Tell us something we don't know, Brian")

Maybe it's just this lingering cold, but I am feeling mildly overwhelmed at the moment. Lack of sparkling energy and being temporarily possessed of the wits of a pile of sawdust will do that to one, I imagine.

There is a lot on my plate at the moment, but none of it unexpected.

( Work )

( School, wherein I teach. )

( School, wherein I learn. )

( In randomly assorted other bits of news... )

That about covers it, for now.

G'night.