To start: since last
Friday I've been running on an average of three hours' sleep a day.( School. It matters. )
Housecleaning. It's not my favorite thing.
I like even less when horrible paper dust and flotsam
rains a blizzard down on my freshly cleaned floors.
I am grateful for the new insulation, fellas, really. But.
Oh. There was also the part where I accidentally released some sort of chemical vapor in the bathroom because apparently Tilex and Lysol toilet cleaner are not friends?
. In the back of my mouth. In my eyes. Dropped everything and fled to the guest bath, showered in my clothes, coughed up a little blood, realized I wasn't going to pass out and therefore could not possibly die from exposure, so it probably wasn't chlorine.
My lungs are still raw. But they've always been touchy. I just hope I don't get sick between here and there; there's the usual dorm croup going around because the incoming freshmeats and their parents are visiting in droves again, and I might actually catch it in an already-hurt state. Mouth taste was a little sideways yesterday, but it's fine now.
Strange, my eyes were what hurt the most, and they're fine.
So I took a nap and rewashed the linens and refused to clean the floors again, and slept.
Yesterday was more real world obligations. I was so tired I don't remember most of them.( Dreaming and Star Trek fic writing talk. )
Um. I swear the original purpose of this entry was...( Yesterday: awesome day was AWESOME. )
Today was doing a bunch of stuff I didn't want to do and then taking another nap, during which the subject appeared to be why Kirk/McCoy rules or something.