Tikkabik

So I woke up at the crack of ass yesterday to take a train to New York City. I went to Madison Square Garden to go to the NY DV Show.

It was pretty low-key -- there were only a smattering of new announcements from the show, but the vibe was good, and I got to see a few people I knew, folks whose products I was familiar with but due to the hell-that-was-Macworld-Expo didn't actually get any hang time with before now. The best part of it, though, is that the Garden is right on top of Penn Station, so I never actually had to go out on the street if I didn't want to -- instead just looking at mid-town Manhattan like a hamster in a Habitrail.

Now, I've been fighting off a bronchial infection for the past couple of weeks that's left me coughing every couple of minutes like someone suffering from a terminal case of tuberculosis, and on top of that, my scalp has been peeling uncontrollably ever since I came back from SF a few weeks ago -- a victim of the cold weather and the dry air, I expect. I didn't realize how bad the peeling was until I looked in the mirror at lunch time. It was so bad that I had to go out and get a tube of moisturizer just to try to get it under control. All this, while I'm horking up vanilla pudding from my lungs every few minutes.

I was happy to get home last night, even if meant renting a Dodge Neon, which I swear to God felt like the world's smallest vehicle, especially after driving a mini-van for a year.