Warning-- self-pity ahead
I don't have the bloody time to get sick. Did the viruses miss the memo? Apparently so, because I am currently a ball of coughing, sneezing, sniffling, congested misery. Bah.
This is very Not Good. Piles of work await me...I was supposed to be so productive this weekend too...whizz ahead with my Plato translation, get reams of Latin poetry read. Write two fabulous French papers. Read Joyce intelligently. Read Holmes. Study Sanskrit. Figure out this blasted Astronomy. Do research so that wv doesn't decide to rescind RA-ship.
Instead, I am curled up in bed, drinking gallons of green tea, and feeling sorry for myself, and awaiting my impending doom as my carefully constructed Plans and Lists crumble before my bleary eyes.
This is very Not Good. Piles of work await me...I was supposed to be so productive this weekend too...whizz ahead with my Plato translation, get reams of Latin poetry read. Write two fabulous French papers. Read Joyce intelligently. Read Holmes. Study Sanskrit. Figure out this blasted Astronomy. Do research so that wv doesn't decide to rescind RA-ship.
Instead, I am curled up in bed, drinking gallons of green tea, and feeling sorry for myself, and awaiting my impending doom as my carefully constructed Plans and Lists crumble before my bleary eyes.