sjester

I feel like I'm drunk, except without the fun and my head hurts a little. I've been sick for two weeks already, and it's just now getting worse. Fuck. This week is busy as hell, and so is next week. No time for this. At least my presentation on various Middle English pieces went well today. But, still behind in HEL, and no clue what I'm going to do for my outlaw legend. Yesterday I made the mistake of mentioning the latter over dinner with my parents, and now they're trying to help me. Not that it isn't a nice thing to do, just, I don't know. I didn't bring it up to ask for help, just trying to give an idea of how busy this week is. It's death. And so is next week. But after that, it's spring break, so, good.

I haven't been very productive today, because after I got home and started getting sicker, not so much with the coherent thinking. More with the curling up in warm blankets. So, bed now, because I feel wretched, and maybe if I get a decent amount of sleep, I'll feel less wretched tomorrow.

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