Day Two
Hundred and Sixty-Eight: Rumours.
I’ve been
bit with the sore throat bug today and I’m a grumpy goose because of it. I’m a week ahead in reading, salvaging any
energy for memorising, and gearing up to a fantastic weekend at home with
family, friends, writing and a great event .
I am looking forward to it all, and yet I feel as though I could sleep
for a week and still not be rested.
Something about having a cold makes you sluggish, and not feel motivated
for anything. Something about colds
inject you with grumpy gil-syndrome, and I intend on defeating it!
With dr.
Who and Laying in bed. I think being
snug and warm with help as well, and lots of water and tea, and not
worrying. Worrying is a catalyst for
colds, stress joins it, and when put together it’s like the colds JUST KNOW
that you’re more susceptible!
Friends, it
is my goal nay my duty to myself to not feel so, and by golly it will
happen! On towards an evening of
punching this cold in the face!
(Stay tuned
to hear how my cold develops, I know you’re very interested. Oh the joys of being in close quarters with
thousands of germy students… The library
alone probably sees all kinds of bacteria and diseases, and yet I still go in
there. Tuesday a prof sneezed right
infront of me, I bet that’s where I got this darn cold. I bet I could defeat it If I had stayed at
home watching Dr. Who. I bet I’d get a
lot more work done if I didn’t feel like writing the entire time. Is that a bad thing though? Not really.
I need a job, or a hobby. I need
yarn that’s what I need! This is over
now.)
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