Where I'll Be Talking (Now That I'm Conscious)

After weeks of manically scrubbing my hands with soap, Purel, and eye of newt, I ended up getting swine flu anyway. It's not terribly surprising, since my entire town seems to have become a Petri dish for the viruses this week. I find a stunning clarity to the flu–you don't feel a little sleep-deprived, or a little raspy. You are just a slave, heeding your body's call to go to bed. I'm grateful that I am now on the mend, but I'm worried that with so many of us conking out, even a small...