Dammit.
Of course, because I worked in kids today, I think I'm getting sick as a result of the little rapscallions running around with their dripping noses & their parents who refuse to clean up after them. & this week is possibly the busiest week of my LIFE. FUCK.
Plus, I have a gig on Friday. & if anything, my immune system will just collapse because not only am I going to be flyering after 9pm Tuesday through Thursday & going to a Physics session until 11:30pm Monday & rehearsing blahdyblah on Monday & Wednesday, I'm also working at B&N at 7am three days this week, so between that & the ridiculous amount of schoolwork I have to do I'm not going to be getting any sleep.
This sucks. Why do I get sick at gig-time EVERY time I have one? It's not like I get to play out that often. Why does my body hate me?
(& of course, I'm not going to sleep NOW because I have a Hebrew exam to finish & a fucking poem to write. Fuckitty fuck whine fuck.)
Plus, I have a gig on Friday. & if anything, my immune system will just collapse because not only am I going to be flyering after 9pm Tuesday through Thursday & going to a Physics session until 11:30pm Monday & rehearsing blahdyblah on Monday & Wednesday, I'm also working at B&N at 7am three days this week, so between that & the ridiculous amount of schoolwork I have to do I'm not going to be getting any sleep.
This sucks. Why do I get sick at gig-time EVERY time I have one? It's not like I get to play out that often. Why does my body hate me?
(& of course, I'm not going to sleep NOW because I have a Hebrew exam to finish & a fucking poem to write. Fuckitty fuck whine fuck.)