SARS you!

Well, the World Health Organization has declared a travel advisory on old "Terana". Citizens everywhere scoff. Scoff scoff scoff.

True, 'sa problem, but certainly not enough to warrant a travel advisory. If it were truly that serious, I would've stayed in Kingston. People would be leaving the city. New SARS cases would be heard of as often as that ridiculous new Madonna song. Hospitals overflowing with feverish, coughing Torontonians. We would be dropping like flies. Flies, I say! Hogtown becomes Ghost Town! Skateboarding daredevils replaced by dustdevils! Prepare the cellar! Stock up on canned foods! Break out the rations! Bring on the yams!!

Blah. Soap + hands + scrubbing = germ killing. My mom's been nagging me to wash my hands twenty times a day, even when I stay at home. Don't suck your thumbs, don't pick your nose, don't lick the subway poles. Wear a mask if you're really worried. Scrub scrub scrub...