Meeeeeeeerrrrrr

I hate being sick. If it's not sinus headaches and a sore throat, it's a random rash that resembles measles and scarlet fever.

The only benefit in all of this is that if I'm going to be sick, better get on with it before I go overseas.
Still, this is not motivating me to study for my exam this evening. Not at all...

WolfGrrl

Incubating Death

My RA just popped in looking for the source of a loud and suspicious noise. It wasn't emanating from my room, but as she was leaving she noticed the sign I'd posted on the door.

"What does that mean, incubating death?" she asked, worried and a bit confused.
"Oh, I put that up because I'm sick," I replied, trying to achieve a matter-of-fact tone that didn't seem to work.
"Haha, overdramatic much?"

I shrugged. For the last two days, when I've been awake I've pretty much felt as though I'm a walking corpse. Perhaps it is overdramatic; then again, I normally don't sleep fifteen out of every twenty-four hours.

Obviously, I have neither plague nor meningitis. I have a cold. Colds are the most irritating illness to have because you feel like crap and get no sympathy from the world; it's not as interesting as saying "I have a poisoned spleen," or "My leg is haunted." I chose to highlight the drama of my misery and "incubate death."

According to one of my friends, I'm not allowed to incubate death. My boyfriend took the more succinct route:

"If you die, I'll have no one to visit and will have flown thirty hours for no reason."

That put me in my place.
WolfGrrl

Rice

I dislike being drowned and then steamed while trying to go to class.
Next time, I'll stay in bed rather than attend to my education.
I am not rice. Don't cook and steam me.

WolfGrrl