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In terms of attending school ill, the early months of 2005 were much worse. ("Please take out your books." *hacksnifflesnortcoughgaspwheezeACHOO!* "And turn to page 111." *hacksnifflesnortcoughgaspwheezeACHOO!* was kind of how that went.) Still, there's nothing like attending the first day of classes sounding like death. Sniffling every five seconds, left eye perpetually watering (what the hell is up with *that*, I'd like to know?), voice husky and cracky, head achy...yeah, my comparative religions teacher probably thinks I just got out of rehab. What happened to having five days to get over this?
Further proof that the universe doesn't love me comes from the fact that bureaucracy yanked both options for education funding just two days before I was supposed to attend. Attempts to console myself with sugary goodness led to the discovery that they cut the vending machine's selection and raised the price of everything by ten cents. No shortbread cookies, Milky Way bars, or plain M&Ms for the Terror. Someone will pay dearly for this....
Further proof that the universe doesn't love me comes from the fact that bureaucracy yanked both options for education funding just two days before I was supposed to attend. Attempts to console myself with sugary goodness led to the discovery that they cut the vending machine's selection and raised the price of everything by ten cents. No shortbread cookies, Milky Way bars, or plain M&Ms for the Terror. Someone will pay dearly for this....