Of Orange Juice and Animal Hats.

Of Orange Juice and Animal Hats. A week and a day ago, roughly 7:30 pm: Me: Hi Mom! Sorry I haven’t called in a week. I’ve been kind of hosed. Mom: Are you sick again? You sound really sick. Me: Yeah… Mom: Have you been taking your Flintstones vitamins? Are you drinking orange juice? Have you been sleeping? Me: MOM. Yes, I’ve been taking my vitamins. And I’m on my third carton of orange juice in a week and a half. I haven’t really slept in a while. Mom: Sleep might help. Me: Probably. So my immune system’s always been a bit shoddy. Like, I had walking pneumonia at least twice in high school, have managed to be ridiculously sick on several major holidays throughout my life, and once caught a cold in 90 degree weather. I’m still not sure how that last one happened. But consequently, I’ve decided that I am likely down to a single white blood cell, lovingly known as Theodore. (Actual text from a friend a few weeks ago during a different contamination: Hey, how’s Theo doing? Does he need more orange juice or soup or anything?) To put it lightly, Theo’s been putting in some major overtime this semester. I mean, not to blame him or anything, he’s been doing a great job considering how understaffed he is, but I’ve been sick pretty much every other week since I got here with some mild case of the plague or another. That, plus MIT being about 11 on my buddy Mohs scale plus Sailing practice just wrapping up last Thursday has contributed to the lack of bloggage. For that, I mildly apologize. Ish. But seriously, so many bloggable things are happening this week that it’s fantastic. Like a Burton Jew Thanksgiving tomorrow with these two weirdos that I live with: Yeah, that’s right. Get excited. I’m back, and I’ve got orange juice.