I'm sick. Gorramit. It was only a half day at school today, so I didn't miss much, but I did leave chamber choir with only two altos/one really-high-tenor when they sang for the faculty meeting today, so I feel bad... And I haven't done any of the work I was supposed to get done because I was too busy being snotty and miserable and easily distracted. Urgh. So now I'm off to research Emma Goldman and write 40 notecards and a thesis question without any actual sources because NYPL is so goddamn slow at shipping books. Joy.

I wish I were less sick. Being sick like this means you can't sleep right 'cause you wake up in the middle of the night because your throat is completely dry and you can't breathe through your nose. Everything is icky, breathing and speaking are hard, you've got to be hydrating 110% of the time, food isn't as good... SICKNESS SUCKS. And it doesn't help that I've gotta see friends, sing, and go to late night performances with the damn cold in the next few days.

Ooh, and answering the phone with no voice for all the random people who call for your mother in the middle of the day. I forgot that one. Though I think that was a telemarketer just then, so it's all good (they didn't leave a message). At least now I've got some college friends, so some of them are online in the middle of the day. I guess that's something.

Rawr. Someone should cure the common cold. I'll bake you cookies if you do!