Touch me, I'm sick.

I'm sick again; last week it was the flu, this week it's a cold. I hate colds: they are never bad enough that you can call in sick to work, but they always leave me feeling loopy, like only half my brain is functioning. And that's before the elaborate medication, quasi-medication, and homeopathic remedy cocktails that are suggested to you by well meaning family and friends. DayQuil, anything zinc, aspirin, echinacea, saline nasal spray, vitamin C, and water water water.
My goal is simply not to get sinusitis; I do believe that a couple of years ago, I did have that, but it eventually improved without my having to go to the doctor, which is good, since I have no insurance. Last night I went to bed almost as soon as I got home at 8:00PM; I brewed myself some decaffeinated green tea, and microwaved some chicken noodle soup (really, it's traditional, if useless), and went to bed. I didn't sleep the whole night through, but whenever I woke up I wouldn't read or anything; I just waited until I fell asleep again. I figure I must have slept about 10 hours total.

My mom is back to work now, which is good, except that it means that my dad is now responsible for keeping the house prepared for when the realtors show it. He had a disagreement with his business partner last week, and effectively has retired, for keeps. I think it actually had more to do with finally having one less thing to worry about right now, between selling the house, moving, my getting a job, and whatnot. It looks more and more like my mother intends on living in New York; she was filling out some sort of online thing this afternoon in order to get qualified to work as a nurse there. This of course means that there is significant pressure from my mom and my cousins to move there as well, which in a sense would be good, and I'd have a support system and whatnot, but... I don't know. I've applied for jobs in the Rochester area, so we'll see.

My mom found something online from some Washington university where LIS grads can pursue a second major while working in the university library. I'm almost considering it, given the number of positions I'm seeing that prefer a second Master's. Problem is, I would probably want to get my second Master's in English (which is what I had originally intended to get my first Master's in), which, as I think I've demonstrated in my past occupational history, is well nigh useless. Damn my love of literature! It really is a curse.

The drugs must be working; I'm in a better mood than when I started this post.

Song: Squeeze, "Cool for Cats"