Per the two people who saw me within and coming back from the Gottesman Library (that lounge makes such a difference to the place, it's incredible) today, I look like "death warmed over."
An appetizing image, that, no?
But they have a point. Oddly, they were scandalized to see me out of bed. Pffft. No one stays home when they are sick; there are obligations to be fulfilled! Books to read! Classes to attend!
What does death warmed over even mean? Does one take the Grim Reaper and stick him in a microwave? I wonder...
In any case, some more cheerful dying to commence...and the best part is, guess who has a nasal drip now? Oh, the joys of getting sicker and sicker day by day.