I'm sick today.
So fucking what, you ask? Well, it bugs me. I've always been kind of prone to diseases, but when I moved to L.A., I stopped getting sick. Period. And it lasted the entire two years after I moved back to right-beside-the-train-tracks in San Juan Capistrano, too.
Now, almost immediately after moving to Rancho Santa Margarita, I'm getting sick again, like 2-3 times each Winter. I want to say it's because the air here is
too good - that I'm not being inoculated against basically everything all the time anymore - but RSM's air quality index is
only 2.8, so it ain't that. (Btw, Thad - stay in Arizona.) Maybe I've turned my house into a germ warfare horrorfield, but I'm pretty sure this place is still cleaner than my old otaku room or the bedroom I shared with my near-terminal sister. Maybe I'm just getting old.
Either way, I'm no longer immune and
I hate it.[Pretend I could actually find a YouTube of Arnie punching out a car window in Last Action Hero and being surprised that it actually hurts like hell.]