Illness is an unsatisfying buffet. I was hit with it last Friday night, a punch in the face that laid me up for several days. Missed work. Missed homework. Missed Food. Missed energy and feeling human. Sick as a dog, my G-ma would say. I didn't miss school, however: I dragged my sniffly achy sneezy sleepy ass out there to sit in the lecture hall shivering and burning up all at once. But that's all over now. Ears still clogged a bit and the kleenex box is keeping vigil. Food still tastes bland or just "off" somehow. (Thai food is the only thing I seem to crave.) Hasn't kept me from eating everything in sight though, which is how I made it through this weekend of week before last's statistics, this week's statistics and next week's take home midterm. Well, not through it yet, but far enough that I'll allow myself time to sit here writing this. I remember now how college students put on the pounds. I tell myself it won't happen because - let's face it - how often do I really sit down and study for hours on end?