Stomach Flu in Oxford

I have the stomach flu. On my first weekend in Oxford, at the most incredibly university in the world. Instead of peeking into marvelously old bookstores and sipping a mocha at Costa while perusing ancient copies of George Eliot or Virginia Woolf--I am writhing in pain, trying to sleep, and starting a blog--because I just realized that every cool English major I know seems to have a blog.What better time to start one than now? I will always remember how it was under these horribly disgusting circumstances that I first posted onto my beautiful blog. The irony.