such stuff as colds are made on

dreams? forget dreams. we semi-insomniacs do not have the luxury of talking about dreams, let alone making them from deep in our drug-induced REM cycles. no, dreams do not emerge from tylenol pm slumber. colds, on the other hand, would be content to snuggle up against the bosom that is today's series of events, would get right under the covers, would sigh deeply and would make themselves at home.

lets preface the rest of this entry by saying that i am not sick. i know that many of you find that hard to believe given my track record and the ominous preamble, but, and ill say it again, i am not sick.

currently.

if i were to get sick, however, today would be the day.

it began as one of those deceptive fall days that trick you into thinking they are much more innocent than they are. from my 5th floor window the sun danced happily on the pavement as the descending palette of autumn's trees played hide-and-seek with the workers trying to collect them into neat piles.

but somehow, as if overnight, the dr jekyll of autumn transformed into the rash mr hyde of fall. the sun i thought to be dancing held little more warmth than a lightening bug. the leaves gently swirling rather whipped about upon a wind that weaseled its way into the cracks of my coat. but it was still a pretty day, at least for the time being, and my walk to work was a short one.

i arrived at work on the second floor of the sky building to find that, of the two floors that cdi inhabits in the building, one of them was having trouble with the heat. and by trouble, i mean that there was none. of course, the floor with the malfunction was my own. while it was quite comical to see teachers running about in parkas and ski hats, i must say that in those six hours i became thoroughly chilled.

a trip to the gym will save me! i thought as i trekked the ten minutes towards the waiting facility. and it did. by the time i left i not only had regained full use of my fingers, but i was pretty close to losing the use of my legs. alas, retention of this miraculous recovery was not in the cards, for as i walked out the doors i discovered that korea, as the us, suffers from brutal fall rains.

have no fear, as i write these words i am safely snuggled up in my nice cozy bed. i do not describe this story for you because i am feeling pitiful or because i require sympathy. contrary to the aforementioned conditions, today was pretty good day. i merely am trying to relate a turning point in a season that i hoped would be different from that in the northern united states. it is not different. but for the time being i am not sick and for that i am grateful. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick. i am not sick.