The cold has stuffed me up…half my nose is a miasma of misery, and I’m hacking a bit.
Combine this with a sunburn I received yesterday — due to some unfortunate miscalculation on my part — and the end result is a rather large furnace of a man, under attack from germs.
Well, better now than later. I have no intention of being sick for my trip to London. I shall smell the smells of that city, free of nasal congestion.
I’d better find some Dristan…
Speaking of trips overseas, it was truly remarkable that all 300+ passengers and crew survived the horrific plane crash yesterday in Toronto. I’m going to take that as a good luck sign for my own trip.
Thirtreen days and counting…
UPDATE - 12:57pm
I’m sitting here, after a shopping trip for supplies. I’m now set for the night, having purchased:
1—a bottle of the evil Buckley’s mixture. Liquified pine trees shall fight my metabolic battle for me…but WHY does it have to taste like the juice of SATAN?!?
2—FOUR LITRES of orange juice, which I am drinking out of the carton as we speak…
3—A paperback copy of Noam Chomsky’s Hegemony or Survival. It’s a book I’ve been curious about for a while…but it seems that sickness is breaking my vow of never reading Chomsky again, after being mentally raped by his work in university philosophy. It seems when I’m ill, I’m a glutton for punishment!
So…let the battle for my mind and body begin. It should be an interesting couple of days. 
