Mar 29, 2010 10:24
Saturday morning at 3am I woke up feeling quite awful. Sweaty and cold, disoriented, hot eyes, runny nose (and throat, if that's possible, because that's what it felt like), and with a small pile of unfinished work for later that morning.
Of course I had to watch Grey's before going back to sleep, because it had just finished downloading, and of course after, I couldn't get back to sleep, because that episode wasn't made for bedtime story.
So it was bound to be a bad day.
And my runny nose wasn't helping.
It was also bound to be a bad night when I left for a 6pm event at 8:30. I spent about an hour being an annoying girl with three dresses to wear, but still saying "I have nothing to wear," and spent another hour still being an annoying girl trying to find my black peeptoe pumps (it had to be the peeptoe pumps because I had my first-ever mani pedi that afternoon).
I was still sick, carrying around my giant Kleenex box at a ball. I was driving, and staying away from alcohol. Someone was wearing the exact same dress as me, and she looked prettier.
But I went home early, ecstatic.
Acads, you can kill me now, but you won't. I went home so happy that I didn't care that I may now possibly be an academic failure wasting money of taxpayers (maybe still guilty about the taxpayer part) and that my nose was dripping like a rusty faucet. I was happy, I am happy.