So there I was, sitting in the doctor's office, waiting for him to tell me that my pneumonia is all gone....and thinking about how much money I can realistically spend on train and play tickets next year. Broadway, baby, is an hour away from Princeton, so tickling my playwright urges may become a necesity. Also, I have two friends going to school in NYC (Ex-Ballerina to Barnard and Ex-Prom-Date to Columbia) so visiting them will also be tempting. Not to mention a certain uncle who promised me a non-hoagie should I visit him in Philadelphia (which is still on, by the way; a college student's gotta eat, and travelling a longer distance is not a barrier). :) And then there's Boston, and Providence, and other places farther away but not any less enticing...

...and then the doctor came in and we talked vaccines for my future life of academe and a nurse shot me, once in each arm, and put Snoopy band-aids over the puncture wounds. And life was good.