Series Savior

Have I explained the novelty of PC Bongs? I'm bongin' it right now, watching Houston clinch a spot in their World Series coffin and listening to gun shots all around the room. This is the kinda place that geeks dream of- super high-tech cpus all connected with the most modern and popular first-person shooters. Plus, they have ash trays at every computer and free coffee. Despite fans in every corner, PC Bongs are perpetually covered in smoke. This is particularly bad for me right now because I'm attempting to recover from an evil cold/sickness. The doctor calls it bronchitis, but I'm not quite so sure. I know that this is one relentless cold. I haven't been able to leave without kleenex by my side for about 2 and 1/2 weeks now. This is just out of control. Why, if I'm so sick, would I subject myself to a smokey cyber cafe when I can do this on my own cpu in my apartment? Well, my week's been all downhill since the Sox clinched the series. I woke up Tuesday morning to a dim-lit, barely visable computer. I put my lamp right up to the screen and I'm sometimes able to decipher something, but not much. I had my tech friend (he can't speak a lick of English so this was done in all Korean and very difficult) look at it and he told me the LCD is done. He said this is a serious problem and I'll most likely have to send my computer to Dell somewhere, to get it fixed. Perfect timing, now I can look forward to watching the World Series amidst machine guns and yelling Koreans instead of in my comfort of my own little hideaway. Things get worse though. Today we had open classes; a twice-a-year event in which the parents are invited to come observe us teach. I doubt my dress shirt, slacks and tie can hide the fact that I'm a walking ball of snot. Sorry, but it's true. I had a classroom full of mothers for my worst class tonight; a class of 9 pre-schoolesr who come to Swaton two days a week, just long enough to know they hate English but not long enough to teach them anything. The room was so hot, I was sweating and trying not to let the scared children's awkward silence affect me, at least not outwardly. Eh, I survived, down in spirit but alive. I just keep chomping these pills and hoping I will be myself again soon. Korean doctors load you up on pills, I tell you what. I take 8 pills every 8 hours! It's a freakin' pill buffet. I have it all planned out- appetizer (little yellow pill), main course (a conglomerate of colorful pills) and desert (a little pink one that just seems to top it off right). Enjoy your World Series Chicago, savor it and rely on it like I will to bring me back my usual zest.