A miserable introduction to New York
Mikhaela misses her first cartoon deadline (and the big anti-war rally), and vomits for two days straight. Oh, and there's a blizzard, too.

On the plus side, I will never forget my move to New York this weekend. On the extremely minus side, I missed the anti-war rally on Saturday because I wasn't finished packing, got to my apartment a scant few hours before the big blizzard, and promptly came down with a horrible case of food poisoning (from what, I don't know). So I spent my first 24 hours in New York staring at a toilet, while my Boston Phoenix cartoon deadline came and went. At this point, I can barely stand up, but at least I can keep water down, which is a bright new development. Maybe I'll even try to eat a few Cheerios this afternoon, who knows.

But putting my inability to digest anything aside for the moment, I really wish I could have gone to the rally. Instead I was at my parent's house in Lowell, MA trying to watch the sparse and sad coverage it got on CNN, which began with an over-madeup news anchor furrowing her brow and asking the onsite correspondent: "Who ARE these people?" She then went on to suggest that perhaps they were just professional protesters who would come out for any cause they could just because they liked to hold up signs and chant slogans (in THAT weather???) but the onsite guy had to admit that actually, for the most part they were there despite the freezing cold because they really didn't think the war was a good idea.