*noise of moderate misery*

Didn't fall asleep until too late last night, despite being spacey after eight hours work and two hours dance rehearsal, which kills me. Shall have to do the same today, along with an extra two hours on public transportation at rush hour being an overheated sardine. Too tired, sore throat is getting worse, starting to feel vaguely queasy.

If I get too sick to dance this Friday, I'm gonna cry.

*wants to crawl off to collapse*

On the good side: gloat! Tho it took me bloody long enough to send her the info. And some spiffy things happened at Mobius yesterday, like finding out I get to design a full-page ad for them. Heeeeeeeeere Photoshop, Photoshop, Photoshop.