Thursday, May 01, 2003 :::
Apparently, there have been several suspected reinfected or relapsed SARS patients in Hong Kong. Drudge Report suggests that the virus may have mutated, which just reminds me of The Andromeda Strain.
COP OUT! COOOOOOOOOP OUT!
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:01 AM
It's 5:18 in the frappin' morning, and I still haven't gotten any sleep.
The title pretty much says it all. I was up 'til two studying (would've gone to bed sooner, but I had to shower) and I finally lay down at two-thirty and got all nice and cozy and sleepy. Except for the sleepy part. I wasn't sleepy at all. My mind was, sure. It said, "Hey, body! You need to sleep!" My body replied, "Yes, I know, but I just can't seem to relax! Gee, that's a shame," it continued, "since you have a final at nine-forty-five this morning. Maybe you can sleep afterwards." Yeah, and maybe you can go to
Helsinki, which I hear is lovely this time of year. Actually, I made that up. I have no idea what Helsinki is like at the end of April/beginning of May. My guess: cold. I suppose if you've lived in Finland all your life it's really not that bad, but guess what? I'm not from Finland! I'm from Indiana! And Indiana, as we Hoosiers know, is a land of wonderful meteorological extremes. For instance, in January and February, it's not unusual for temperatures to dip below the twenty-degree mark (sometimes even lower!) for weeks on end. It is during these times that our winter refuses to vindicate itself with snow. Then we have about three weeks of nasty cold rainy weather when the trees start to leaf out again, three weeks of perfect weather in the springtime (that's where we are right now), three weeks of weather that's juuuuuuuust warm enough to be called summer instead of spring (that's early June), and then WHAMMO! Say hello to July, my friends, because it is here to stay and it's not. ever. going. to. leave. These eighty-five degree days with ninety percent humidity stick around for about two years, before peaking in August and finally cooling down a bit in September which, oddly enough, decides to tease us with the beginnings of fall foliage while hapless college students are begging the health center for assisted suicide to escape the wretched, un-air-conditioned dorms. Then, three weeks of crisp fall air and beautiful leaves, three weeks when it begins to hint that hey, we're tilting away from the sun again, and then the next thing you know, we're in December, which tries to make up for all the Christmas decorations by acting all tough and pretending it's January. More like January's annoying kid brother, you know, the one who steals your army men and then gets you in trouble when your mom steps on them the next day. December tricks us into thinking that this is the worst it's gonna get: a snowstorm here, a quick dip below freezing there, and then all of a sudden, like your cousin at a reunion, January comes up behind you and puts its freezing cold can of root beer on the back of your neck, and the cycle begins again. Only this time around, it just seems longer.
If I ever decide to post at five-thirty in the morning after a night of no sleep, shoot me. Just, shoot me. You won't even have to use a gun; I think a strategically-aimed rubber band would take me out in this state.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 5:25 AM