...Steroid?

Just as I begin to fancy myself invincible to the effects of stress, late nights, little sleep, and enough champage to fill a bathtub, my temple of a nearly 30 year old body becomes a diva and demands attention. This attention usually takes the form of a sinus infection, which keeps me just nerdy enough to never develop an ego that would get out of control. I swoon over Puffs Plus with Vicks for crying out loud.

Well, dear old body of mine, I believe you have been thwarted with the help of my new ENT doc. He prescribed a short course of steroids which cleared me up in one dose. It's a miracle! Hopefully no one will be curious when I am able to bend steel with my bare hands or develop a case of 'roid rage.

Interestingly, as I write this post lauding the power of drugs, Leighton Meister's "Your Love's a Drug" is playing. She can't sing worth anything, but she sure can talk really well to a beat through a vocoder.

I created this post as a public service announcement in case a whole flock of computer programmers or scientists suddenly become avid fans of this blog. They'll get a balanced mix of nerd-specific health advice and much-needed exposure to surely the best/worst pop music ever created.