Pizza for the soul

After trying non-comformity for a week, my immune system decided that if everyone in my social circle was going to come down with a cold, so should I. Unfortunately it decided to do this on a day when I have a stack of papers to correct and grade (well, a virtual stack, since they're on my hard drive rather than my desk). Still, ch'i kung cleared my breathing passages, and (after a reasonable time of virtuous essay-reading) a seafood pizza and a couple of episodes of Buffy on DVD took care of the mingy mopey feelings. Of course all the cheese on the pizza increased my mucus production further, but who cares when you have shrimpy anchovy goodness and back-to-back slayage?