Music:the sounds of the Modern Languages courtyard
Puffing Up My Soufflé
I wish I could breathe clearly. I'm sitting here in my office with Jillian, trying not to silence my nose. But the claustrophobia that accompanies my congestion is making me fall short of my goal. Sometimes I just have to clear an airway or I'll slip into a panic from which I will struggle to extricate myself. I hope that the little red pill I just took -- though cloaked in a hybrid blue lozenge -- will give me relief that I'm not getting any other way. Three cheers for over-the-counter speed!