Races Like a Girl

The cold is migrating down to my chest now. Hack hack. Poor me.

I seem to be writing about “silver linings” a lot lately. I guess that makes me an optimist.

In my delerious bed-bound Web surfing yesterday (what did we do before wireless networks?), I took a Meyers-Briggs personality test that pegged me as an ISTJ. I usually come in as an INTJ, so perhaps the consumption of TheraFlu has skewed some of my answers. Either way, I can’t tell if I’m supposed to be an optimist or a pessimist.

The good news is: I have a personality!

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