Nov 30, 2010 21:27
Lana had a cold. A particularly nasty one. She'd been busily burning the candle at both ends for over a year and a half now, trying to get as far ahead in her degree as she could manage.
The good news was that if she managed to pass all of her upcoming finals, and did courses along with an internship again this summer, she should be able to finish her undergrad degree in another year. Now that was something to be proud of.
But for now she was proud while tucked snugly into bed with a cup of hot tea and a number of textbooks.
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