I guess dying from terminal disease is much like the opposite of recovering from the flu. instead of laying in your bedroom enjoying you're day off from work and the feeling of slowly getting better, you're in a hospital bed and can only expect the symptoms to inevitably get worse until you inevitably die a very uncomfortable death.
can one attend 9 hours of academic symposiums with 2 hours of sleep? we'll soon find out. they say driving while sleepy is as bad as driving drunk. if so, im gonna be quite drunk while listening to these PhD students talk about their stupid methodologies indicating that tech is bad for workers and good for business. thanks, geniuses.
Me: [takes 18 hour red eye flight from Hawaii to the east coast, sleep four hours then network with strange men in business suits at a breakfast banquet at a labor-employer relations conference]