J tells me I wake up screaming. Every half hour or so, all through the night, my back muscles spasm--maybe I've coughed or moved just the wrong way--and I wake up gasping in pain. I don't sleep well. J doesn't sleep well. Sometimes he sleeps on the couch. Sometimes it's me ( Read more... )

If I were a superstitious sort, I might be a little worried about 2008. They say that the way you begin the year is an indicator of how the rest of your year will pan out. If I were superstitious, I would just go ahead and christian 2008 the Year of the Death Cough ( Read more... )

I'm usually too busy at the end of the year to do any kind of The Year in Review list. Who has time for poignant reflection when you need to buy several hundred balloons to drop from the ceiling? I'm no good at ticking off my accomplishments, or compiling Best Of lists, or swearing mighty oaths to improve myself in the coming year. Today, hacking ( Read more... )

I graduate in nine days. Between now and then, I'm dancing at MEAT, performing at the Thunderdome benefit, taking my finals, and writing approximately 50 pages of international relations academic-speak. This would be a horrible time to wake up with a scratchy throat and a runny nose, wouldn't it ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is the beginning of the end. Tomorrow I walk into the last classes I will ever take as an undergraduate. This is my last chance to do everything I wanted to do in high school, when I was too cool to "join in" or "work with others" or "take initiative." I am old, embarrassingly old to be graduating from college. I feel dumb to have worked ( Read more... )