the one thing that really irks me about being sick with a sore throat and stuffed nose is that you can’t taste any of the good food that spontaneously pops up in front of you. like yesterday, my sister comes back with chicken mcnuggets and root beer. i dive into the said delicious morsels of what mcdonald’s has aptly labeled “white meat” (then what the heck was it before, mind you?) and i can’t taste a god damned thing. and then today, my mom makes a savoury meal of chinese rice noodles with beef and my clogged nose won’t allow me to taste any bit of it. frustration at its pinnacle! gaaah!

at any rate, now that i’m sufficiently sick, i can get back to my television roaming guilt-free (or close to). colby’s back, and if you knew me from the beginning of this weblog, you’ll know what a huge deal this is for me, since i am an obsessed freak a big fan. his was the first and only survivor i ever watched; he took my survivor virginity, so to speak. and i can’t quite say with all honesty that i’ve ever gotten over him.