Oxygen Graffiti
Doc put me on another round of antibiotics, as the first two failed to knock out this bronchitis. Not only did they fail, but I'm feeling worse and worse. I think someone (probably a ferret) shoved a bottlebrush down my throat while I was sleeping. Hopefully the combination of new cough syrup (this time without codeine!) and new painkillers will take the edge off that. A nice cup of hot tea should help, too. Mmm, tea.
I'm feeling pretty good about school, though. I got my paper done much faster than usual and was fairly satisfied with it, managed to ace the quiz Dr. Earle gave us in class today, as well as the one he gave us on Tuesday. Chaucer went pretty well this week, too.
I also managed to get some work done on my still untitled redneck exorcist story. Billy Roy, his imp buddy Glagthorn and their cat Bubba are currently sorting out a whiny vampire who's been stalking a thirteen-year-old girl. Yeah.
I'm feeling pretty good about school, though. I got my paper done much faster than usual and was fairly satisfied with it, managed to ace the quiz Dr. Earle gave us in class today, as well as the one he gave us on Tuesday. Chaucer went pretty well this week, too.
I also managed to get some work done on my still untitled redneck exorcist story. Billy Roy, his imp buddy Glagthorn and their cat Bubba are currently sorting out a whiny vampire who's been stalking a thirteen-year-old girl. Yeah.