tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686152.post-1110003352892186842005-03-04T22:09:00.000-08:002005-03-10T20:22:55.373-08:00It's flu season. I know this not because I myself have succumbed but because every class this past week has had me sitting in front of, or beside, someone sniffing to save their lives. For over an hour, I am subjected to people sneezing and coughing and like the chinese water torture, sniffing at regular intervals. Meanwhile I hunch over my desk facing away from them, obstensibly to better write down my notes, while almost losing the battle to shout out at them, "for god's sake use a kleenex - contrary to what your professors have been telling you, wiping your nose is not a bourgeois act. You are not delaying the revolution one second by refusing to exercise proper nasal hygeiene". But alas, all that happens is I get a sore neck from my contorted note-taking and repressed prissiness, and worse, I feel a sore throat coming on. I think I'd better go lie down.<br /><br />Bubbles "with a hanky stuffed in every possible pocket" MandalayBubbleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01781146531102954747noreply@blogger.com