we know major tom's a junky

today i feel: pretty pathetic
today i'm hearing: maureen mcgovern -- the morning after
today i'm thinking: that i should really start writing down germs

You know you love my bad sixties pop. Damn right.

I feel rather poopy today. I woke up and couldn't really talk. Scratchy throat, random dehydration. It was not the shit. Since then, I've had my vitamin C and some very unsatisfying soup and I'm almost done with my first cup of throat coat for today. I need to be drinking more, but class really doesn't accept such things as water consumption. Bastards.

I'm hoping to get out of Shop today. I'm not of any use to anyone. Hopefully Jeff will take pity on me and let me go so I can come back to the room, shuck my trousers and catch forty winks. He's pretty good about that. And I'm the teachers' pet. I know. Sad but true.

It is cold and wet outside. That does not make me a happy panda.

Bennett, my speech teacher, assigned about thirty billion vocabulary terms for the exam we're having next Wednesday. It's kind of having a midterm past the midpoint in the semester, but also depressing. I'm planning on starting on those this afternoon. I don't have a great deal of homework for tomorrow. SPB has requested we drill words in Standard American for Voice, but that'll just kind of depend on whether or not I have any voice left by this evening/tomorrow morning. That's the problem with having a Voice and Movement class at nine a.m.: you have no voice and you can't move. Irony! But I'll take a gander at that; there's no harm. I've also got to drop lines to my math professor (who won't give me back my tests) and the head T.D. (to see if I can possibly ASM Topdog/Underdog) before I get too far into the evening. So, not a lot to do, but enough.

Still no word on the throat culture results. Damnable health centre. I don't think it's strep. It doesn't feel like strep. I'm pretty sure I've just got pharyngitis again with a few viral complications. Which isn't too bad, it just makes me feel miserable. But we are in theatre, here. We're used to that.

Jeff was kind enough to give me the afternoon off, so I think I'll take some fylenol and get a little rest. After that, it's homework and packing time. Oh, how intensely interesting life is. I know. Enthralling, isn't it?

Weekend plans have changed slightly, but I'll let all of you in on that a bit later. In the meantime, it's shut eye for this particular hobbit. Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.


Later

For the weekend:
It's looking like I'll be haning around at Sugar rehearsal Friday night. Saturday morning will be spent with Mum, hopefully doing a bit of shopping. I'll be stealing Christie from McCormick around noon for luncheon. I'm thinking Noodles or Potbelly's. Thoughts? My da's folks should be getting into town sometime Saturday afternoon but I don't know when. I'm stealing M*Sak Saturday night arond 18.00 for Charley's Aunt at 19.00 with Will and maybe others (not sure yet). Unless we end up doing something (which we probably will), I'll head home after that to hang with my da whom I love. Sunday morning will be sleeping in, packing, maybe a bit of homework, and hanging with Mum. I still need to hang with JPalm and Erik-san, so whenever is good for you guys, let me know. Otherwise, my weekend is pretty damn free.

Currently, I feel like throwing up. Except I can't. Because my throat hurts too much. Instead, I will lay on my belly and watch cartoons for the evening, completely ignoring my speech homework and pretty much everything else. Hopefully my roommate will show up eventually.

It's time for more tea. ^ ^