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Don't forget they stole an hour from you. I don't care if they give it back in a few months, if it doesn't come with interest then it's not a fair deal.

I've been sick with a cold all week, so I don't have much to add to the thoughts on the internet right now.

I first wrote "I've been fighting a cold" in that previous sentence. Fighting illness is a weird metaphor, and I think about it every time someone uses it. I think most often it happens when I see someone discuss a "Lost battle with cancer" and because the phrase is so ubiquitous, I'm not sure how often it has been examined. Well, I know Susan Sontag examined it with her manuscript Illness as Metaphor, which I haven't actually read. But I should fix that, because the wikipedia summary is compelling enough to make me want to dive into the full text. 

I first heard about this particular work of Sontag's though a musical of all places. IN Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, a punk musical about the life and crimes of the 7th president of the United States. Jackson was a populist president, who among other things, vowed to root out disloyal appointees from previous administrations, defied the courts by refusing to enforce their judgements, and fast-tracked the ongoing genocide of the native population. Anyway, the musical has been on my mind a lot lately.

There's a song that's not really about Illness as Metaphor but called Illness as a Metaphor, in the musical and int name-checks Sontag at bot the beginning and end of the song. So it has been rattling around in my head all week as I have been stuck in bed, or coughing a lot because of post-nasal drip.

I am on the upswing, I can stay upright most of the day, and the body aches and chills have mostly subsided. So that's nice. Maybe next week I'll actually have something of substance to say.