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I can't feel my tongue.
Feeling rather run down. The cold is bearable, but my body is getting tired of being sick and is making it known.
I was right about the singing lady bringing me real ginger and honey. It was kinda cool how we grated it and dumped it fresh into the cup along with copious amounts of honey. It was actually pretty good if ridiculously strong (and since the ginger was inside the cup it just got stronger). It was also kinda hard to drink if you didn't feel like swallowing loads of ginger. She, of course, gave me all the extra ginger so I'm currently drinking another cup of the stuff, though I've sieved most of the ginger out. It's still strong as hell. I keep feeling like I'm in an old Chinese legend searching for the magical root of immortality, which is silly but kinda fun. It does seriously numb your tongue and throat so it's definately good for something. She also gave me an apple which I'm apparently supposed to grate and eat - that's a home remedy I've never heard before.
I basically just let me college class watch Mr. Bean's Christmas (and in the case of the first class, Fawlty Towers). They had to answer questions I asked about Christmas which showed the usual complete lack of knowledge.
I asked both classes where Jesus was born.
First class: one guy - Islam, two others - Israel.
I was impressed.
Second class (in order of their guesses): Japan - Hawaii - Britain (I told them it was somewhere hot) - Egypt - Saudi Arabia - Pakkistan - Israel *breathes sigh of relief*
They had more general knowledge than the first class about Christmas, so as I reward, I taught them about Hanukkah.
So if anyone asks you, Jesus was either born in Japan or Scotland.
I was right about the singing lady bringing me real ginger and honey. It was kinda cool how we grated it and dumped it fresh into the cup along with copious amounts of honey. It was actually pretty good if ridiculously strong (and since the ginger was inside the cup it just got stronger). It was also kinda hard to drink if you didn't feel like swallowing loads of ginger. She, of course, gave me all the extra ginger so I'm currently drinking another cup of the stuff, though I've sieved most of the ginger out. It's still strong as hell. I keep feeling like I'm in an old Chinese legend searching for the magical root of immortality, which is silly but kinda fun. It does seriously numb your tongue and throat so it's definately good for something. She also gave me an apple which I'm apparently supposed to grate and eat - that's a home remedy I've never heard before.
I basically just let me college class watch Mr. Bean's Christmas (and in the case of the first class, Fawlty Towers). They had to answer questions I asked about Christmas which showed the usual complete lack of knowledge.
I asked both classes where Jesus was born.
First class: one guy - Islam, two others - Israel.
I was impressed.
Second class (in order of their guesses): Japan - Hawaii - Britain (I told them it was somewhere hot) - Egypt - Saudi Arabia - Pakkistan - Israel *breathes sigh of relief*
They had more general knowledge than the first class about Christmas, so as I reward, I taught them about Hanukkah.
So if anyone asks you, Jesus was either born in Japan or Scotland.