sick front meets class

well, i was feeling ok in the morning so i went ahead and went to class--grabbed some cough drops and a box of kleenex on my way in and was doing ok, couldnt talk much but i was alive *lol* by lunch though the pain meds had worn off and the cough drops were so strong they were hurting more then helping but i stuck with it.

now? well, i'm in that bone weary stage of things--like those days when you rush around from 5am till 8pm like a headless chicken and get home and all you can do is collapse. sort of like when i did make-up for Pirates last year.

i'll live, so long as i dont cough (ouch!) and i picked up some of that dry chicken soup from the store and i'm just waiting for it to heat up. eep! my tea should be done at least.

i wrote a bit more from the doyle/wes verse which i'll type up...tomorrow morning maybe. all depends on how i feel.

chicken soup awaits me though so i must run :)