Goddamn.

Nov 19, 2004 12:58

I feel like someone kicked me in the chest. I've been coughing bitterly since I woke up. I'm starting to seriously wonder if I should go to the doctor and get some heavy duty cough syrup or something. I've coughed myself hoarse twice now. I can feel the crap in my chest but it won't come up. Argh.

I've got a paper and a quarter to do this week-end. Looks like Sunday is going to be the day I do most of the work, since I think we're going out (potentially) with Leigh, Kim, and Haille. There was also mention of some furniture shopping, since we really need a new couch. The metal has offically warped. Literally. I'm sitting in the dip right now. We've had the futon for 7 or so years. I mean, it wasn't going to last forever.

God, my chest hurts.

No more news on the deceased teacher. Laura said she hunted through the papers, but so far, nada. I'm guessing tomorrow or Monday.

Why does Vanilla Ice own a wallaroo and a goat?

I hate Jerry Seinfeld. I want this to be known. I need to take a shower, now that the news is over. Of course, that means I'll cough more because of the hot, then cold thingy.

I need to start Christmas shopping. I have stuff for my mom, Steven's giving me a list of potential things he wants, and my grandparents and father are getting framed pictures of us. I also need to do the xmas cards. I printed out our winter address labels yesterday. If you're on our card list, you'll get to see them. They're cute.

Ok, off to the showers.

holiday, sick, friends

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