How can it be February already? I’m having flashbacks to my college roommate Chris’ F*ck February parties of the mid-90s, after we had moved to Chicago and were no longer sharing an apartment. She covered the floor of her apartment in beach sand, had blowup palm trees, and the required dress code was Hawaiian shirts and leis. Good times. Believe it or not, I STILL have symptoms: stuffed up head and coughing whenever I talk. It’s now February 2nd, so I’m officially in my second month of being sick, though today was the first day in weeks that I woke...