To a toasty 102.11 degrees, that is. That's right, whatever Joel had on Monday, he tenderly passed along to me with a heartfelt "Thanks for the Gatorade, you can have what's left".
I slept for most of the afternoon, watched The Dark Knight online when I was conscious, and now I'm on my own while Joel has class until 9:00. Who knows whether I'm coherent enough to blog, but people, you're all I've got right now!! Poor, sick, lonely me.
All together now: awwwwwww.
Thank you for that vote of collective sympathy. Thank you very much indeed.
Also, the irony is that my dissertation chair just let me know in no uncertain terms that I can't get sick, slack off, or take a break between now and proposal time (tentatively scheduled for end of November/early December). It's like my immune system read the email over my shoulder, laughed sardonically, and said "We'll show HER!"
So yeah that's how I'm doing. You?
Pray Until You Feel Like It
18 hours ago
1 comment:
does that mean that your dissertation was approved? i hope that's what that means. and i'm sorry you're sick...
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