I apologize in advance. Between the fever and the decongestant they’re making me take (not for a stuffed up nose but for the sheer volume of crap in my throat), I’m feeling a little not-completely-here. It was one of those mornings, today, when the alarm goes off and before you’ve even managed to make it shut up you’re already trying to come up with any possible rationalization that will allow you to just say fuck it and climb back in bed. In theory, I could have skipped my classes today. I have an official Health Center Thingie and I couldn’t really be penalized for it - except that I had a lab and two tests that I really, truly didn’t want to miss. Not that I enjoyed taking them, but there is nothing in this world more frustrating and futile than trying to make up an in-class grade in a university environment.

So I did go to my classes, and although I’m sure my Punnett squares were a little off and my fevered mumbling and/or snoring in Linguistics might have been slightly distracting for the rest of the class, I did in fact make it through. I’ve given myself permission to miss a non-essential early morning lecture tomorrow so that I can get more than six hours of sleep and, if this penicillin seriously starts kicking some ass, be fit as a fucking fiddle in time for Programming in early afternoon.

It’s a theory, anyway. For the moment, however, I’m not counting on anything beyond another cup of tea and crawling back into that bed I so reluctantly evacuated in the prehistoric hours of this morning.