This morning, I woke up feeling like my chest was constricted. When I took deep breaths, the tightness extended to my throat. I was hoarse, but all that stopped after an hour or so. We'll see what new and exciting symptoms/side effects the antibiotics (I guess) will bring tomorrow.
My sympathies and support go to my Keebie-weebie. Feel better! I'm sure things will work out. Just remember what I said about balance. And take care of yourself: you mean a lot to me.
Yesterday I found out my grades. Spanish: A, History: B+, Poetry: A-, Accounting: A, Search (Philosophy): A. I had been hoping to get all As--especially since I put such effort into studying for the last History test and writing that paper, but I got a 75 at the beginning of the semester when I didn't know what Ye Olde Saxe wanted. And as for Poetry, who knows? She might just be crazy. ;) We all know my poetry is perfect and flawless. (The fact that I had to say both "perfect" and "flawless" should tell us something.) Anyway, I'm just being anal here, analyzing these like this, but it's all right. Matt and Olivia both got all As. *small roar--half pride, half angst*
Anyway, being anal is what got me to this "high station" in life. So there.
