Lisbeth blogs again
and I recognize her problems immediately. Here I am, tucked up in Brooklyn, getting ready to get home and finish the thesis... and I am running a fever, I who never get a fever. I get a cold, I lose my voice, I sniffle and cough and whine... but here all I do is sit around staring at the walls, feeling My inner temperature go up, up, up... fingers shaking and mind numb at the thought of being trapped here by something which won't let me finish, submit and get on with my life.