Having been diagnosed with the country's most current plague (no, Reader, not illiteracy or ignorance-those have been around for years), the evil Influenza, I have found myself in a feverish state craving all manner of nerd culture. Doctor Who, Dr. Horrible, Harry Potter, Castle, the Marvel Universe, and completely ignored my graduate school readings of Aristotle and Cicero.
Don't judge me. I have a fever and I'm not afraid to use it. Although as my students informed me, "that's bioterrorism, and the U.S. doesn't negotiate w/terrorist."
I'm slacking. The Hermione inside me is very upset at the possibility we will not get an A this week. The Ron inside me says to eat something and I'll feel better. The Freud (not inside of me-ew) says Harry Potter characters are talking inside my head and I'm not crazy, I probably just have penis envy.
I'm going back to bed now, and maybe later I'll watch the episode of Friends where Joey plays Freud in a musical.
And later I'll do my homework, because Hermione can be a bit scary. And I never give her As.