best customer.

I am Dayquil and Nyquil's best customer.

There are certain things I wished I'd kept better track of, the first of which being the amount of Day and Nyquil I've ingested, and the second being, how much cash money I've spent on both of these products.

Return of the Sick Kid

Sophomore year I used to get sick a lot. So much so that I was always armed with a bottle of Dayquil and Nyquil caps all the time. I'm afraid those days are back. I have no voice. I'm wearing my gray sweat suit any chance I get, and I think I lost a lung somewhere along the way. I've been feeling foggy all week, perhaps why I've posted so much, haven't been able to concentrate on work or life or whatever. I somehow managed a phone job interview the other day. I hope I was coherent. As for me, I really can't say. I am so tired, and it's terrible because it's the kind of tired where you absolutely need to sleep, but can't because you're so congested, you're coughing and you can't get used to the light outside peering through the blinds.

I made some tea. It's that herbal kind that's called something like sleepy time or whatever. It's chamomile and lavender. I like both of those. But I just popped a Zicam, so all's lost, I have to wait 15 minutes to drink anything. Sort of a drag when I really need some fluids right now. Anyone got any "get better" tips?

Also, I'm sorry if I spell things wrong or my grammar is off. It's due to the cold and my inability to notice anything not glaring me in the face. k, bye.

Exchange/ Caricatures/ College: no cohesion

Recently I've been posting a lot of entries on OdeMagazine.com. It's been a nice change of pace. I'm writing short blurbs on interesting events, people and places—plus I'm commenting on other exchangers' posts. We're trying to drive more traffic to the web, and one way to do it is by adding more content regularly throughout the day. This is where I and my colleagues come in. Oh, and you too. We're planning on redesigning our site in the near future to make it more of a social utility allowing readers to have more of an interactive experience with Ode.

So far there haven't been a lot of comments on stories, posts or profiles. I've taken it upon myself to start writing on random strangers' exchange stories. Whether they're argumentative or in appreciation doesn't matter much. I pretty much just write a caricature of what I would have said in real life if an actual friend of mine had said whatever it was whomever wrote. I use the word caricature all the time, and what about those people who make funny drawings of people who pay a rather large sum for something a 6-year-old would have done free and with more enjoyment. Anyway, I always used to want an actual picture caricature of myself, but now I'm glad I don't have one—though there was this one time a neighbor of mine had an artist friend visit from Finland or somewhere in Scandinavia, and he drew me. It was too true to form though to be a caricature. Anyway, caricatures are neither here nor there.

ODE. Yes, Ode's been cranking out web pieces left and right. I've been writing around 3-6 web stories per day along with completing various other tasks. My point in all of this is to simply say, check it out, here, if you will. You can even add your own pieces. I like interactive story sites like Ode's offers. It's none of that iReport crap that CNN.com has. I seriously hate that stuff. Sometimes they'll write full stories based solely on iReporters. It's stupid. Plus, aren't they stealing that whole "i" thing from Apple?

Sorry this is scattered, I've got a lot on my mind, and it doesn't help that I cant' concentrate because I'm sick. I've had Dayquil, Nyquil, Zicam, Benedryl, Allegra, cough drops and chamomile tea—still, I am sick. Season changes never cease to ruin me (I had reunion me, originally, that's how scattered I am). Speaking of changes, or rather transitions, I'm moving back to Chicago in a bit. My last day at Ode is next Friday, November 14. My mom's flying out, we're going to spend the weekend in SF, then drive down the coast in a rented set of wheels to LA. We're visiting my sister and my college roommate, Elizabeth Steele, and it is going to be glorious. We'll be back by the 21st. Life is just going again. Pretty soon I'll be 40, and then what will I have to write about. Gees. I miss college. I never thought I'd be one of those people, but I am. I look at the photos of my friends who are still in college and really just want to be there too. I'm seriously thinking graduate school. International studies? History? We'll see. I miss classroom learning.

Debbie Downer among other things

Man, it would suck to have mono. I've been pretty tired a lot lately, and I'm positive I don't have mono, but if I did that'd be no good. I can pretty much attribute all my lackluster-ness to late nights writing in my journal, on facebook (the death of college as we know it) and poor nutrition. For some reason or another I had it in my head that during each day a person is supposed to have 8 ounces of water a day. I guess I simply forgot to multiply that by 8. When my mom and I were "discussing" our differing opinions Friday night at The Bear Trap Inn, I sought council. Yes, the waitress. Coincidentally enough her name was Sheila (like my mom) and she also held the same "opinion" regarding the 64 oz deal. So I'm in college, but I'm basically still a moron. Awesome. Well, at least I don't have mono.