not feelig berry goob

i caught everyone's plague. that's a drawback to working with people who have kids. they all go to the same grubby daycare, and play pattycake with sticky, syrupy hands, and rub it all over their parents, who then bring it to work and touch all my stuff. no matter that i wash my hands umpteen times a day and slather them with moisturizer; i'm left with peeling knuckles and green phlegm for all my effort.

i sounded so bad (e.g. prepubescent male) the other day that i was permitted to "work from home," a coveted dispensation from the group director that i wasn't allowed to tell anyone about, lest everyone start doing it. i may have had the unique opportunity to write my monthly report interspersed with naps and watching free movies on demand, but i'm still sick, i feel like slugs are taking a perpetual streaming dump down the back of my thoat, and i had to talk for 6+ hours while interviewing at BU on friday.

waaah.