Still alive

I have not died, although my recent bout of illnesses has lead me to beg my husband to kill me. He will not. I'm off to health services today to see if they can give me an antibiotic such that I might breathe again!

In the meantime, I've occupied my time with mature pursuits such as asking Jeeves whether or not farts contain contagious bacteria. (Alas, I remain unsure, but stay tuned.)

I have consoled myself with the nipple ball, which is a nerf ball covered with nipple-like entities. It is a good object.

My practicum has become increasingly Office Space-like, and I've had violent fantasies in classes. I have (at my classmate's suggestion) contemplated arranging litter tray therapy for my cat.

But for now, I must go teach my undergrads and make them (literally) crawl around on the floor and pretend to be babies.