I fear no calamitous death spore, for I have a jar of alcohol that would be able to clean my system no matter what wee beastie infestation might attack it. Ha!
The biggest impact it's had on me thus far is its domination of each day for me in the newsroom. This is, however, merely Week One of the long dark teatime of the Global Ick. Things will get weirder, no doubt, and perhaps worse off than a brown person in West Virginia.
I might eventually have to drink the goddamn jar after all.
Nifty XM song of the day: 19 by Paul Hardcastle.