sick redux

I was sick for a while up to about a week ago. I think I’m getting sick again now (gah! freaking idiot!). At least this is a new illness; my lymph nodes are swollen, my head hurts and my sinus is congested. It almost feels like the ole mono is coming back. Between this, registration and fall recruiting fever (only three more months to go), I may slow down a bit in the posting.

While I’m bothering to do something semi-productive, Andrew has again requested a new nick-name; if we’re going to be moot-court partners (more on that in a bit), he’ll need something more menacing than “runs like a girl.” I’m thinking “the Animal,” “Flash” or even “El Tigre Del Diablo.” Whatever the name, we’ll crush the Patrick/Jape and Darcy/Elizabeth teams beneath our jack-boots (I’ll need to buy some jack-boots) and laugh. Even if we don’t march over them like they’re the French Army (from 1870, 1914 or 1940; take your pick), it should at least be entertaining.