...dit-moi si ca blesse...

I missed bronchitis. Really. For the past 6 months I'd been thinking man, I really miss the racking cough, and the fever, and the dependence on a tripped out drug the potency of which actually makes me sick. I really miss not being able to breathe.

Alright, we're done. I'm going home. My anthropology exam notwithstanding (it will have to rearrange itself), I am going home. Maybe I will blog, but maybe I will not. If I don't, it isn't because I don't love you but because my lungs have conspired to keep us apart.