You Make Me Sick...
Well, not you in particular... or you for that matter... it's the damn bacteria or virus that I have. My cold is now in my chest. And it hurts... quite a bit. Last night I made a CVS run with Chris. I called my Dad. He has me on Alieve, Robitussin+something, and using a humidifier. I haven't used a humidifier since I was a baby, and the only reason I know that is because my parents told me stories of when I had croup. Oh well. So my chest really hurts. A+ not cool. What I really want is my mom to make me a vat of matzah ball soup or pick up some from Toojay's, be able to lie in bed all day, and have Dad bring me magazines when he comes home for lunch on the way from Longwood to ORMC... oh well, get real. I'm in New Orleans now and have to take care of myself... but that doesn't mean that I don't want my mom. (I don't care how immature that sounds- her matzah ball soup fixes anything/everything)
Otherwise I dragged myself to classes yesterday. Bleh. Then I had an interview for the Hullabaloo (the Tulane newspaper) about 7th floor Butler (we've become this mythical creature it seems like)... "you live on the seventh floor of Butler? OMG- what happened?" LOL
Then I had my 15 Minutes at Midway production meeting. This is going to be interesting... My Dad is apparantly feeling better about my Theatre major since one of his friend's kids got one. I was quite amused. I'm getting my poli sci major too. So stop freaking out.
I have lab this morning (YUCK YUCK YUCKITY YUCK) and then I'm coming back here, taking a nice hot shower which will hopefully help this awful cold/whatever, doing laundry, and resting since I have plans tonight. Happy Birthday to Matt!
Can I go die now? Please? I really just want to go back to sleep... ***addendum- I might drag myself to the health center. Or at least make an appointment for tomorrow.
OH AND WAIT! Everyone going to Harvard whether your competeing (good luck), tabbing, or judging... HAVE A KICK ASS TIME... and I hope you don't get snowed in :)
Otherwise I dragged myself to classes yesterday. Bleh. Then I had an interview for the Hullabaloo (the Tulane newspaper) about 7th floor Butler (we've become this mythical creature it seems like)... "you live on the seventh floor of Butler? OMG- what happened?" LOL
Then I had my 15 Minutes at Midway production meeting. This is going to be interesting... My Dad is apparantly feeling better about my Theatre major since one of his friend's kids got one. I was quite amused. I'm getting my poli sci major too. So stop freaking out.
I have lab this morning (YUCK YUCK YUCKITY YUCK) and then I'm coming back here, taking a nice hot shower which will hopefully help this awful cold/whatever, doing laundry, and resting since I have plans tonight. Happy Birthday to Matt!
Can I go die now? Please? I really just want to go back to sleep... ***addendum- I might drag myself to the health center. Or at least make an appointment for tomorrow.
OH AND WAIT! Everyone going to Harvard whether your competeing (good luck), tabbing, or judging... HAVE A KICK ASS TIME... and I hope you don't get snowed in :)