Ugh.

Wow. I can't even tell you how much it sucks to be sick this week. I have a fashion show display I'm doing at the end of the week and presenting on Sunday, a lot of things to do this week to get to the point where I can shoot my outfits out in nature, which includes a trip someplace as well as printing high-quality digital photos in a decent size of those pieces and mounting them. I'm just full of mucous to the point where I am queasy from the moment I wake up to that that I I go to bed, excepting when I drink lots of tea or eat soup. The roomie has taken to dumpster-diving for food, and consequently we have copious amounts of guilt-free food (guilt-free in the sense that I don't feel like I've got to hoard it). And yet somehow, I'm awake right now. Dear G-d, help me now.

I will eat this sushi, then eat all of Tokyo.

I spent most of the weekend, sans formal, in bed, continuing to recover from whatever virus G-d has see fit to give me. After a morning talking about art brut in Alison Smith's class and showing off my ex-boyfriend's massive boy scout patch collection, I got the go-ahead to go back to bed, which is where I am now. Above is evidence of my weekend, where I managed to stay awake long enough to make a plate-full of sushi. Big adventure of my sushi-making? I made tamago, or egg-cake sushi (tamago is where Tamagotchi comes from, btw.) It turned out great! I just need to figure out how to get my sushi rice a little bit more moist, and then I am never paying $1.50 for a piece of tamago sushi again. Hope everyone's enjoying the sunshine in Baltimore today! I'm going to drink lots of fluids. -L!

The worst patient

I'm really bad about being sick. I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be social. I want to groan and complain in bed, I want to tough things out. Part of me wants to watch TV, movies, and Wii, and I want to sit alone and read. The more contageous I am, the more I want someone with me, or less likely I will sit by myself and be quiet. My body is unbelievably stiff and achy. I need another popsicle. I need to go to sleep. I want my mommy to make me matzo ball soup and my daddy to go on runs to Whole Foods for boxes of tea. It's times like these I really wish I'd gone to school near them (especially with Passover on its way). Ahh well. Sometimes it's hard to believe I'm twenty, because a little part of me just wants to be taken care of by someone, anyone.

"I don't know where it comes from, but I just have the feeding gene." -Nigela Lawson I feel the very same way. I went to the doctor today and they think I have a virus, so I've got a note to stay out of classes and away from people. I'm eating egg drop soup, sitting in bed watching Foodography on Nigela Lawson, who's certainly my favourite food personality. The show's just goregous, so casual yet fabulous, the real richness of home cooking comes through so beautifully. Whilst at the doc, I snatched a bunch of latex gloves. Yes, I have a ton of rubber pink and orange kitchen gloves I got in Reading, PA. But, there's something about medical gloves that reminds me so much of my parents, who are veterinarians. They were something always around, I love their sort of velvety, thin texture on my hands when working on fibers. I looked up the RA who replaced me, and it's funny what a small world we live in. The same fantasy series I loved as an adolescent, and the same hometown. As much as I'd love to hate her, it just doesn't make sense. If anything, there's a lot in common, and we both probably want what's best for the residents. But I'll give myself some more time. There's no hurry, it's something I have to be certain of. Has anyone got an amazing biscotti recipe?