Actually, I wound up with a bad case of the chills. Turns out not sleeping well for a week plus jet lag plus missing a meal plus venting one's spleen at one's sibling's romantic interests is really bad for your health. DO NOT WORRY, CITIZENS: I recovered enough to fly and I am now back at Pepperdine, putting off seven pages of rough draft due at two pm tomorrow.
Nobody ever said I was smart. |D
That said, it looks like a lot of my flist has come down with something disagreeable, whether it be a bad cold, a bad case of stress, or some homicidal mixture of the two. I intend to fix this!
Or. You know. Provide a distraction. I'm good at that.
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D'AWWWW LOOK AT THE CUTE DISTRACTION ♥
And now I trundle off to stare at seven pages of rough draft and urge them to write themselves. Feel better, all ♥