40 on the 40; also, Plague

This is what I was doing Friday night, for those of you who are interested. Jason and I jointly came up with the idea (my alias is H.B. on his blog. I've forgotten why). Apparently, I like pointing at things. There are a lot of photos of me pointing.

Dixie beer is really, really terrible. So is San Miguel, especially when you're drinking a liter of it.

This night, which was both late and involved drinking, may be partially responsible for the resurgence of my plague. I went to the doctor today, just to be sure I didn't have an infection or something. I just have another cold, which is fantastic. Also, he very helpfully informed me of the following:

(1) The only real way to "deal" with a cold is to avoid getting them in the first place.
(2) The only "cure" for the cold is rest and vitamins.
(3) I should be avoiding late nights and drinking, staying hydrated, and eating lots of veggies.

While I knew all three of these, I found #1 particularly unhelpful. I mean, really? I should've avoided getting sick in the first place? What revelation! I had no idea! And there I was, licking the hand holds in the tube cars. Foolish, foolish V.