Either I'm going through the change of life a tad too early, or I've done something horrible to offend the temperature Gods.
Tomorrow hopefully this madness of holing up in my room will be done with. My assignment will be in and tests will be complete (for now) and I will (only) have readings left to complete. Readings which I can complete downstairs where my temples are not soaked with sweat. I may just sleep outside tonight; wait, I may not sleep at all tonight.
Alysia has developed a cough due to cold that makes her sound like she's being punched in the throat. I hope I don't catch it, but odds are I will. I think nearly everyone at Althouse is sick (damn practicum kiddies) and the only reason I haven't been taken prisoner of the germs is because each evening I sweat out all my (potentially) infected bodily fluids. My eyes are so dry from my desk fan that I want to claw them out of my head and I'm so exhausted from my inability to sleep that I wish I had some NyQuil or soma. I suppose I'll have to settle for coffee.
Tudor is downstairs fixing Laura's bike with candles. Perhaps I can get him to write my essay with blinding light as well.
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