I do not have swine flu! This is what I've been telling everyone for the past week as I sneeze and cough and snuffle my way around a very paranoid Princeton. What I have is a run of the mill cold. Run of the mill for Nom de Plume, who seems to experience colds of unparalleled magnitude. Nonetheless, I have been undeterred from the tasks at hand namely: getting things ready for my fall junior independent work, getting Roommate J hooked on Homicide, and keeping on top of matters related to classes and Literary Magazine and other extracurriculars.
I hesitate to say this, because the fear of jinxes reaches new heights when coupled with good old fashioned Catholic guilt, but this semester I feel like the master of my own fate like never before. Princeton is still slightly overwhelming, but not as scary as it was freshman year or as intimidating as it was last year. Which puts me in a very good place indeed. Mentally. Now if only I could get rid of this non-swine-flu.
Also! My fall junior independent work, or Junior Paper (JP), is about Tales of the City. So all is well with the world.