Michigan...this place IS death

So, I'm in Michigan again... and like the past three out of four years I've visited, I'm dog-effin'-sick.

You know, I think long ago, perhaps in a past life, I made a deal with the god of Michigan. Upon asking me to be a resident of his state, I acted in revolt.

"Never!" I must have exclaimed, "I will never be a part of your state! Give me someplace mountainous and rural and quiet to live!"

Being a merciful deity, he must have granted my wish, but with a wrathful caveat; "Fine, you can live someplace else... but you shall visit my land once and year, and when you do you shall be sick and generally miserable."

And in my hastiness, I must have accepted the offer.

At least this time I think I just have the common cold and hopefully not the flu... it's better than the first time I visited and had a terrible allergic reaction, or the last time when I was suffering from anemia... O.o

(Thankfully we didn't have to go through Detroit on the way to our relatives' house; we went through Ann Arbor instead, which is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kinda town when compared to the Motor City. Plus it's the RL HQ of Dominoes Pizza, and the birthplace of the DHARMA initiative in Lost, so that makes it cool forever. )

So, I'm staying with a few relatives; I'm on the bottom of the relative-hierarchy, which means I don't even get a cot. I got to sleep on a pad on the ground last night, which wasn't as bad as it might sound; the relatives I'm staying with are uber-fastidious so I could probably EAT off of the floor. I got upgraded to an air-mattress, though, so if I stay long enough I just might get to sleep on the couch or something.