Thank God for Disinfectants!

So far I have somewhat successfully eluded the various diseases that are floating around the Birmingham metro area. It seems everyone I know is sick, and I felt pretty shitty for a few days last week, but I think that a large part of that was probably psychosomatic. My dear roommate had a stomach virus, the kind of illness to which I am most susceptible, and I was convinced I was going to also get it. I feel badly, because while she was sick, I fear that I sacrificed compassion for militant disinfection. She says I behaved appropriately, so I hope that's the case. My assistance mostly consisted of occasionally shouting "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" as I sprayed Lysol down the hall or walked through the house, Clorox wipe in hand, while she lay in bed miserable. My clinging to cleaning supplies in times of sickness I inherited from my Mom, but it's most severe when the disease in question is stomach related. While my constitution is relatively strong, and I rarely suffer from a cold or the flu, whenever someone within 3 miles of me gets gastroenteritis, I inevitably end up pacing from the toilet to the bed for 24 hours or so. Somehow, this time, I've escaped, though just as soon as I post this, I'm sure I'll end up waking up ill in the middle of the night.

On a side note, I find it interesting how, even though I'm an atheist (and I'm quite sure I'm not the only atheist who does this), I still find myself saying "I swear to God" or "Thank the lord" or alluding to some kind of fate or superstition driven event as I did above. I guess all of those phrases are so deeply embedded into my bank of expressions, that I can't seem to escape them. I think I'm going to try tomorrow without saying anything of that sort. I'll let you know what happens. If I remember.

Finally, the inaugural Kids Got the Disco dance party last night at Bottletree was a success. Thanks to everyone who came. Nastique and Charles the III were killer as always, and the All That Fuss Dance Squad (Heather, Becca, Greg, and me) had a spectacular time dancing for and with you. I can't wait for the March installment. Hot shit.