My usual three-day weekend has been cut to two days. Can't complain, I guess, since I got four days off last week. So far productive -- I went out to lunch, cleaned the bathroom and did laundry so far today. I should go to the library since my books were apparently due last week. Darn, that always happens.

Lately I feel like my job is to think about the swine flu all day. I am always worried about catching illnesses, and now I'm even more paranoid. The truth is, I probably won't get sick. I do my best to avoid sick people and I am always washing my hands.

Pigs aren't evil. This wasn't their fault.

I haven't been sleeping well lately. When was the last time I really felt calm? When did the stress level get so high?