Catch up

Okay folks. Here's yesterday, and likely all of today as well. Yesterday I felt ill. I went out to the car to go to class anyway, and found that my car didn't start. I got a ride to class, sat there for two hours and got incredibly stiff and sore. I got a ride home, tried and failed to jump-start the car. Called Mr. Testosterone, who knows all about cars. He jumped the car. I drove around with a bad headache for half an hour, came home and made some soup. E shows up with what is, to me, a miracle drug. I take the Tylenol, thank her, eat some soup and start reading. I fall asleep in my chair two hours too soon, and decide that rest will make me more functional the next morning. I toss a bit, I turn a bit, I wake up several times, I decide that it's too hot in the apartment, and turn the air down. I do this a few times. I woke up again at four am and decide to take more Tylenol, because the headache is back again. I do so, and get up at around eight after more tossing and turning.

This morning, I discovered that my covers are all on the floor, my heater has been turned down to sixty, and I have no hot water in the apartment. I took a shower anyway, since it's just too damn hot in here. I ate some oatmeal, and plan to eat a bowl of soup for lunch. I'll bring a second bowl of it to school for between classes, and will probably have E take me to school, since I just don't want to drive. I still have to do the readings I never got to last night, write the paper based on those readings, and go to class. There's cake in the second floor lobby, but I think my stomach would kill me if I ate any.

Friday, the beginning of my weekend, will be spent in meetings (yes, plural, damn it!) with the Composition people, because they can't leave well enough alone, and have pissed people off by telling them not to respond to student emails. I can tell they are systematically trying to make the ICON program even less student-friendly. I think they'll be "qualifying that statement" tomorrow afternoon. Groan. I hear they're feeding us. That's it for now. I might come back after my night class and tell you more, but I might not. In fact, unless things go substantially better than they have been, I almost certainly won't.

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