Fluids, Bitches.
So that bit in yesterday's entry where I said I figured I'd be good to go t work and classes today? Yeah ... that was me totally lying out my ass. I got up at 7:15 this morning, looked at my clock, and then collapsed back into bed; I didn't get up again until 10:25. While I probably could have made it to Postcolonialism & Lit., I just didn't. It's probably just as well because I'm not feeling extremely comfortable myself and if I do still have something ... half the people in the class I consider friends, I don't want to pass this shit off to them if it's still being semi-active in me. It's dying down, I think, but still.
For the fuck of it I typed in some of the symptoms to see what would come up and got: stomach virus, hangover, cholera, AIDS. 0.0 Cholera would be beautifully ironic for the sheer fact that I submitted my Humours thing to the group on Tuesday man, I've been feeling bad for Vicious in some of my semi-lucid moments this weekend, but stomach virus seems the most likely candidate. Anyway, I've drank a bottle of nice. cold. wet. water, and eaten most of an apple, and I think in a little bit I'm going to see what the cafeteria has in the way of soup. I drank some Sprite last night when Johnna coaxed me into the lobby to watch the SuperBowl but it totally fucked my stomach up with the carbonation or whatever.
So the focal point of consumption right now is SIMPLE ingredients and FLUIDS.
I already called Verna at the library and explained what happened this morning, which she understood, so no problem there. I need to e-mail Dr. Wye with my thesis statement ("The Gothic novel rests much of its construction on exotic setting and character"), plus saying that I wasn't in class because I'm dying of cholera feeling not-so-hot, and e-mail Dr. Kerrigan with the same message (minus the Gothic novel bit).
Today's going to be an academia day. I'm going to get my Ladies, whichever ones they are this time, read for Women & Lit. tomorrow, read the next Hillman chapter for Latin American Politics, do some looking up of the Tamil Tigers for this project draft thingy in Postcolonialism on Wednesday, and maybe actually put on paper some stuff supporting my thesis statement for Gothic novel.
But right now I think I'm going to get some soup and something cold to drink from the cafeteria. Yes, I'm mildly concerned with infecting my friends in an enclosed classroom setting, but I don't feel so guilty about dragging my diseased self through a larger more casual setting in Massman. Eh; I don't know most those people.
So, yes, fluids now...
For the fuck of it I typed in some of the symptoms to see what would come up and got: stomach virus, hangover, cholera, AIDS. 0.0 Cholera would be beautifully ironic for the sheer fact that I submitted my Humours thing to the group on Tuesday man, I've been feeling bad for Vicious in some of my semi-lucid moments this weekend, but stomach virus seems the most likely candidate. Anyway, I've drank a bottle of nice. cold. wet. water, and eaten most of an apple, and I think in a little bit I'm going to see what the cafeteria has in the way of soup. I drank some Sprite last night when Johnna coaxed me into the lobby to watch the SuperBowl but it totally fucked my stomach up with the carbonation or whatever.
So the focal point of consumption right now is SIMPLE ingredients and FLUIDS.
I already called Verna at the library and explained what happened this morning, which she understood, so no problem there. I need to e-mail Dr. Wye with my thesis statement ("The Gothic novel rests much of its construction on exotic setting and character"), plus saying that I wasn't in class because I'm dying of cholera feeling not-so-hot, and e-mail Dr. Kerrigan with the same message (minus the Gothic novel bit).
Today's going to be an academia day. I'm going to get my Ladies, whichever ones they are this time, read for Women & Lit. tomorrow, read the next Hillman chapter for Latin American Politics, do some looking up of the Tamil Tigers for this project draft thingy in Postcolonialism on Wednesday, and maybe actually put on paper some stuff supporting my thesis statement for Gothic novel.
But right now I think I'm going to get some soup and something cold to drink from the cafeteria. Yes, I'm mildly concerned with infecting my friends in an enclosed classroom setting, but I don't feel so guilty about dragging my diseased self through a larger more casual setting in Massman. Eh; I don't know most those people.
So, yes, fluids now...