The State of the Union Address

It just occurred to me that I've already complained about the bronchitis crap, so I'm making another post, even though there is no doubt an excess of blog entries discussing the State of the Union last night. But nevertheless, I'm a super nerd and am going to talk about it anyway. 

I less want to talk about the policy (even though that's fascinating) and more about Obama's ballsy move of directly telling congress, and indeed all of America, that he's willing to sidestep congress in order to push through his adgenda. 

While this may feel like a direct violation of everything the founding fathers hoped for in a president, I find his energy encouraging. Additionally, I think Hamilton would strongly agree as well.

I mean, Federalist #70 talks almost exclusively of energy in the executive, an that is exactly what Obama is doing. 

I respect him greatly for being willing to take matters into his own hands in order to do what's best for the American people. 

It's ballsy and honest and so delightfully apolitical. 

Bronchitis is dumb

So, there's no treatment or cure for bronchitis. It's just one or those things you have to ride out. Basically, the doctor tells you to get a lot of rest and all that jazz. The kink comes in, though, where I can't miss school. 

So the doctor gave me this mask to wear at school in order to keep from spreading anything nasty, as if it wasn't difficult enough already to breathe. 

So I'm walking around the school heaving, sporting a stylish surgical mask, an inhaler and nasal spray. 

As if I wasn't a big enough dork already. 

Anywho. Sorry for complaining about it, it's just a massive pain in the arse. 

This too will pass, I guess? According to my doctor in about a month. Yee Bloody Haw. 

Beauty & the Bronchitis

Rehearsals for Beauty & the Beast are... Going. They're pretty tedious because even while I'm he lead, I feel like I don't really do anything. Mostly I stand onstage while the ensemble move around me. 

Ah, well. Things will probably pick up soon enough, though. 

The other day at rehearsal, my voice was completely shot. I went to the doctor and after two hours of poking and prodding, they diagnosed me with viral bronchitis. The doctor says this is going to stick around for about 4 weeks. Crap. 

I feel like a super nerd because I have to wear this dorky blue surgical mask, and carry around an inhaler and nasal spray everywhere with me. Yuck yuck. 

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to sing let alone dance, where I can't even make it up the stairs without hacking. 

Ah well. I'll get better before the show goes on (hopefully). And everything will be ok.