Whoog. Just, Whoog.

So, yeah, that wasn't fun. Yesterday afternoon I had a slightly sore throat, and a minor headache. After the Room selection, I was feeling pretty bad - my headache was worse, my throat was worse, my feet were cold, and every other part of me was hot. I decided then, at about 9:30, 10:00, to go to sleep. When midnight came along, and I was still awake, still hot, and still achey, I crawled out of bed, and came to my favorite activity - the computer. I talked so with Rachel and my parents (who I told about me and Claire - well, for the most part).

Then, a little after 1:00 or 1:30, I got back in bed. Mercifully, my first class today is at 12:00, so I had time to sleep. Sadly, I was tossing and turning most of the night.
I feel a little better today - my eyes hurt, my head hurts, my throat hurts, and I'm dizzy, but I feel better. I will say thismorning was the first time ever that a cold shower felt nice.

><* Must go to class soon. Then work. The pain.

A Walk Down The Garden Path

It's times like these that make me remeber the good old days - way back twelve months ago. They remind me of bar-b-ques in the back yard, the heavenly aroma suffusing the entire house. Of cool breazes, gently blowing through the open windows of the house. Bright, vibrant blue skies which deepen into a sparkling tapestry of miriad stars. Days where we would sit out in the yard, because we could, or go to the beach, because it was there. Trips to the pool in Ohio, and the boat rides in Pensicola.
Days like this are exhilerating. Few and far between. It's a crime that these days, these glorious days, are so often taken for granted. They pass as any other day, in the monotony of everyday life. And then, the day is gone.