after my hectic week of school and work — writing midterms, polishing off essays and carrying out mindless tasks at work — is when some practical joker up there decides to make me sick. i wake up on friday, which was supposed to be the blissful end to a week of non-stop typing and research, with the most clogged nose ever. i can’t breathe, save for one nostril that allowed me the grace of filling up only three-quarters of its snot capacity.

i tried blowing my nose at various intervals in my day, expelling the mucusy fluid within my nasal cavity, only to have it regenerate over and over again like an unstoppable rebel force. so much pain yet so much… information (see: meet the parents). finally it was the last class of my day, and i sat in the quiet classroom with some forty-odd students who were forced to endure my sniffles for the duration of their exams about beowulf and canterbury tales. i wouldn’t be surprised if i accidentally left my professor a sweet surprise of runny goodness attached to the papers of my essay, but i’m sure he would be. it gives new meaning to the term “sticky sheets”.

i hate being sick. i feel so useless and impotent (chortle!). this morning i confined myself to the bed for a good extra hour just trying to stabilize my sinuses to no avail. my head is woozy and i am in a perpetual state of tipping over. my sisters are at work, my parents went to seattle, and there’s nothing good to watch on saturday morning television. where is my saviour now, huh? damn joker. i hate being sick!