*joins the "sick" portion of everybody's Fiendlists*
Coughing, persistent sore throat, sometimes queasy. Now this wouldn't be so bad if I weren't rather short on sleep and spending most of this week doing sixteen-hour-days working, hauling my ass around Boston, and rehearsing the dance. But I am. Then I get to move a carload of stuff down two flights of stairs to the car and up another to my dorm room.
*whines petulantly*
Today, come to think of it, is my last day working at Mobius. Squee and wah mixed. Must wear sillyhat.
Come to think of it, the performance is tomorrow night. Meep!
Now have shiny new copy of Kushiel's Dart. Want to read. Shall probably read a bit on the train, until I fall asleep on it.
Coughing, persistent sore throat, sometimes queasy. Now this wouldn't be so bad if I weren't rather short on sleep and spending most of this week doing sixteen-hour-days working, hauling my ass around Boston, and rehearsing the dance. But I am. Then I get to move a carload of stuff down two flights of stairs to the car and up another to my dorm room.
*whines petulantly*
Today, come to think of it, is my last day working at Mobius. Squee and wah mixed. Must wear sillyhat.
Come to think of it, the performance is tomorrow night. Meep!
Now have shiny new copy of Kushiel's Dart. Want to read. Shall probably read a bit on the train, until I fall asleep on it.
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Date: Feb. 27th, 2003 09:00 am (UTC)Oh deary.
Date: Feb. 27th, 2003 05:52 pm (UTC)I know how you feel. I've been there before, sadly. I just hope you didn't catch it from me. Internet viruses can be nasty, or so I've heard.
(Okay, that was my pathetic attempt at making you giggle. You may now commence the hurling of tomatoes!)