Today was supposed to be the day of working: studying for the Econ exam (tomorrow at 1:00) and preparing for the Search study session (tomorrow at 9:45 pm). Unfortunately, I woke up at 11:00 this morning, thinking, "Whoa. My head weighs about 15 pounds more than it used to.. oh, hey. What a delight, that I can no longer breathe, since my nose and throat are cloggged up with whatever concrete like mucus has decided to move in." It's been great, I promise. I took some Contac Cold/Sinus, but it didn't work, and even though it said Non-Drowsy, about an hour after I took it, I slept for an hour. That could have been the Sartre I was attempting to read (since I neglected it while I was writing that 10-page paper), but it has induced the cloudy semi-awakeness that only medicine does.
Happily (sort of), there will be an Econ study meeting tonight at 10, led by Prof. Gramm, so I am glad I don't have to do all the Econ reviewing on my own (especially the material covered around that weird transition time between Prof. Peters and Prof. Gramm). I look back at the test that Prof. Peters gave us and I realize that really none of it makes much sense to me. Tremendously difficult, for that early in the semester. I wonder how this semester would've turned out if she had stayed: whether I would've ended up learning so much more in depth than the lessons that Prof. Gramm has taught, or whether I would've spazzed out and learned like nothing. I'm leaning toward the second one. I think I'll get back to work now.
UPDATE: I wish my mom were here to bring me food to my bed, and to feel my forehead and tell me that I don't feel warm (because running a temperature for me is hitting 98.6 degrees.) And I wish my dad were here to kick the butts of those smokers outside who make my room smell bad.
