Bluh.

I'm sick-ish...and getting sicker. My throat hurts a lot and I've been coughing frequently. And I just feel tired and run down.

But no breaks for me, because I have strike tomorrow and Wednesday, a band concert on Tuesday and Dance Show crew starts on Friday. Time off would be too fucking convenient for when I'm starting to get too fucking run down.

But I wouldn't do it if I didn't love it.

...or at least that's what I keep telling myself.


Spent a lot of time with "the family" today. Went to breakfast with the parents, niece, nephew and one sister. Spent most of the day playing Sequence with Mama and two sisters. Had dinner with the family. Am now feeling incredibly nausious...but I don't think it was the dinner.

Read the assigned pages for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Blah.

Now I'm checking all my usual websites, reading the friends page, updating this, all so that I can do a bit of work on my Foreign Policy diaries and get to bed early.


Tomorrow is a late arrival. I get to sleep until 10. Thank fucking god.


Trying to escape this desire...