Let Me Clear My Throat

I'm old enough to remember when that was the jam. Right now, I feel, and probably look like, what's going on below:


I'm still sick. I hate being sick. I'm going to see "There Will be Blood" tonight after rescheduling twice, but I don't want to be that jerk in the theatre alternately coughing into my hand and unwrapping cough drops, but I also don't want to keep delaying this until I finally am forced to see it on video. Argh.

Anyway, two things I am working right now (besides getting my part-time jobs locked down, hopefully, by the end of the week).

1. At the end of February, I have to take a trip to New York to start meeting my fellow classmates and 'bond'. I think I'll also be bothering some profs and looking for places to live at the same time.

2. I am committing myself to writing at least three hours a day. Doesn't have to be all at once, it doesn't have to be good or even coherent. If I come out of it with one page, that's legit too. But I need some kind of output. That's the main thing. Complacency has been my main vice over the last few weeks, and that's not how I wanted to start the year. Dang it!

Okay, I'm going to take some more Tylenol and curl up on my bed and wait for the dizziness to pass. Vaya con Dios.