Could somebody make me some damned tea?

If I could ever stop coughing, if my eyes would ever stop watering, and if my nose would ever quit running (both out the front and down my throat, thanks so much) I might be doing alright. I might, in fact, be glad that it's Thursday.

The really amusing thing is that I have a doctor's appointment today- need a refill on my pills.

I like my doctor. But if he tells me I have a.) a cold or b.) a sinus infection, I will hit him. I really will.

I don't have time to be sick. I'm a college student. Aren't we supposed to be over this shit?

Yeah, right. And all I can think is, I have French today. I can just hear Madame. "Vous pronounce..." And I will respond, "Oui, Madame, je comrendes." Sneeze. "Excuse-moi. Common dit-on 'allergies' en francais?"

Because it is allergies, you know. I know this. I believe it.

Suddenly I understand why Raistlin's cough makes him so irritible. I've been about as pleasent lately, even- or maybe especally- to those who are trying to help me. Then again, maybe I've just been reading too much Dragonlance between textbooks and homework.