So, first off I'm going to rant about how the primary foundation of my analysis for one of the essays on my Flesch final was just plain wrong. The words I claimed aren't there are there after all. And I feel like an idiot ( Read more... )

People
Garlic mustard (needs to die)
Insurance
Paperwork
The Happy Planet Index
Frances
My throat
My feet
Books
Medicine
Food
My ear
Sheets
Pushing Daisies
Curls
Tea
Family
Touch
Friends
More than friends
Sleep
Singing
Lilacs
Temperature
Clothes
Firefly
Crying
Laundry
Voice

Mike

I'm definitely on the mend, thank goodness. Now I just need to worry about fixing the academic mess I created for myself by being too sick to work all weekend. *sigh ( Read more... )

I'm useless right now and that doesn't sit well with me. I'm sick, so there is nothing I want to do, no where I want to go, and no one I want to be around, really. But at the same time I'm itching to be productive, fed up with being in my room all the time, and lonely. This sickness "will not let [me] eat, nor talk, nor sleep", nor walk, nor read, ( Read more... )

Alarm goes off. It’s early. Reach to turn off alarm and see I have a text. From my sister. Turn off my alarm. Stare at the text. Try to comprehend. It’s from my sister. What is it trying to tell me? Staring not helping. Confused. Give up trying to understand. Close my phone. Give up trying to be awake. Go back to sleep.

Wake up. ( Read more... )