Daffnee

My dad gets his own week off for spring break because his office has been closed by the health department -- all thanks to a suspected SARS carrier and probably my own hyperactive mother. He gets time to putter around and repot his orchids, so I'm happy for him (he never gets time off). But my family doesn't want to see me this week! I know they're just thinking of my welfare and that this isn't a real act of familial rejection, but this is probably the closest I'll ever get to being estranged from my family, so I'm milking this for all the angst I can get. What does it say about me if I said I stepped inside a liquor store, intent on buying liquor for personal consumption, for the first time today -- and that was only for medicinal purposes? I'm going out on a limb and guessing a hot toddy would be good for the throat; I have to deal with twelve (correction: probably 9, thanks to the chronic low turnout for Arts students) at Imagine training tomorrow, and having a voice would probably be a good thing. Though if I don't have one, I can grab pizza and run...I'd rather play icebreakers and mull over the meaning of leadership over real food somewhere, anyway.