Something about a flat laptop screen presents itself to you in a more forward fashion than a curved CRT. The edges of the latter seem to recede almost shyly, and the screen itself is wrapped in a thick bezel of plastic. An LCD screen pokes forward into your vision like a automatic parking slip, nearly naked but for a thin rim of black. Someday in the future, displays may have no visible border, floating portals into video memory. Or they'll be in your eyeglasses, so you can wander around town while reading email, or reviewing code, or talking on irc. Hey, that might cause more car accidents than ever! Can't wait, first in line.

Now it's getting kid of late, and I'm getting kind of sick. My throat is closing up like a drawstring bag. I'm taking "non acidic vitamin C" in retaliation. I've been downing tons of vitamin C since September in anticipation of cold season. Then I ran out last week. Figures. I waited a whole four days before I got a refill, but that was enough time for whatever is making my throat close up to get a foothold (wrong word? virii don't have feet). So I guess it's E-mergen-C and hot liquids, perhaps I'll learn how to make chicken soup. Brandon and I did buy a truly disgusting amount of surplus dead chicken while we were at Uwajimayas, and I've been slowly making it into chicken fried rice. Soup may be a refreshing change of pace (is desickening a word? apparently not in scrabble.)

Mostly, I'm annoyed that I'll be the most sick over the weekend. For fuck's sake. That's when I get to have fun. Maybe I can take sick days off so I can have my lovely weekend anyhow? Nope. Because no one else has a weekend then, so I'll be weekending all by my lonesome. Stupid cold.

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