jheti | First Day (Don't Fuck It Up, Don't Fuck It Up)

I hurt too much to sleep. I hate the new schedule. I have a sickening amount of work. I'm getting my stepdad's killer coldflu; it's not pigvirus hogflu but it's still pretty bad. He hasn't taken a day off sick in like six years and he just took two.

I spent the day fever/chills/fever/chills/headbuzz, pouring sweat even through the taurine. It was so bad I couldn't raise my hand because I was kinda scared my sleeves would actually squish.

I CAN'T BE SICK I HAVE SHIT TO DO. D=

To the good, I will finally be discussing collecting data with Dr. B. FINALLY. So this can be the semester I actually do something.

Holyshitfuckpanic?

Also, my driving instructing can begin next week barring anymore rude surprises.

Theeeeesssse two things will enable me to do a lot. I have such hopes. Yes.

Why did I ever stop having tired icons?