The Cold that Won't Die
I have the cold from hell.
My plans for this week have been completely screwed up and I've had to do some fancy footwork to get everything together. My procrastination fault is in full-swing, which means I haven't finished my first paper for my course yet. The one that is due tomorrow by 3 p.m. Granted, it's only three pages, but that actually makes it worse for me, since I can't bullshit my way through it. If I had started it when we first got it assigned, I would not have had to worry about it this week. Now, I have this cold and I feel so run down and stressed and I can barely concentrate.
Yah, I definitely need to work on the procrastination thing.
Seriously, I haven't been this sick in a long time. And the weather in London is not helping matters. It's not so much the rain or the cold, as it is the damn wind.
I'm also behind on the fic I meant to finish this week, which makes me frustrated with myself. I have about half of it done, but I will have to wait until tomorrow to really work on any of my stories again.
Ugh.
The good thing? I got a part-time job as a ticket sales desk assistant for Vinopolis. I have my induction tomorrow and I'm supposed to start work on Saturday. I'm hoping? praying? crossing my fingers? that my cold will have gone away by then or barring that, then the medicine I bought from Boots yesterday will keep me going throughout my shift.
*bangs head against keyboard*
I fucking hate being sick. :(
My plans for this week have been completely screwed up and I've had to do some fancy footwork to get everything together. My procrastination fault is in full-swing, which means I haven't finished my first paper for my course yet. The one that is due tomorrow by 3 p.m. Granted, it's only three pages, but that actually makes it worse for me, since I can't bullshit my way through it. If I had started it when we first got it assigned, I would not have had to worry about it this week. Now, I have this cold and I feel so run down and stressed and I can barely concentrate.
Yah, I definitely need to work on the procrastination thing.
Seriously, I haven't been this sick in a long time. And the weather in London is not helping matters. It's not so much the rain or the cold, as it is the damn wind.
I'm also behind on the fic I meant to finish this week, which makes me frustrated with myself. I have about half of it done, but I will have to wait until tomorrow to really work on any of my stories again.
Ugh.
The good thing? I got a part-time job as a ticket sales desk assistant for Vinopolis. I have my induction tomorrow and I'm supposed to start work on Saturday. I'm hoping? praying? crossing my fingers? that my cold will have gone away by then or barring that, then the medicine I bought from Boots yesterday will keep me going throughout my shift.
*bangs head against keyboard*
I fucking hate being sick. :(