BLEARGH

Is there a reason I'm awake at 8:30 on a Saturday? This is normally an hour reserved for schooltime.

There are three days until classes start and I've come down with a headcold. I still have 100 pages of reading to do, I've just gotten over a cold sore that persists in leaving a scar on my face, and my parents are coming here to take me to lunch. Oh, and the oil light comes on in my car whenever I idle in traffic.

In pain. Losing patience.

Goddamnit

I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck.

I have Mom's cold now, and apparently I can expect a timely fever to start around 6:30 for several nights in a row.

Guess who doesn't have time for this shit.