Home sick -- so I should extra be asleep. Oops.

So, yeah. I stayed home from school today, to nurse my sinus pressure, sniffles, and post-nasal drip. I thought I didn't have a fever, but then it turned out I was just reading my thermometer wrong, and when I thought it said 98.6 it actually said 99.0. Hey, stop scoffing, it's a logical mistake to make, considering my poorly-designed thermometer. They made me get one of those mercury-free ones, and it's weird to read and it's massive and hard to keep under my tongue. Boo. So I had been planning to take a lazy day in the apartment with the kitties and all the homework I hadn't done.

Except Flatmate also stayed home sick, because she had "a tickle in her throat" and wanted to nip it in the bud. Which ruined my plans, and I ended up spending most of the day avoiding her under the guise of napping. GOD WHY DOES SHE TALK SO MUCH? I did nap for real, some, which was fine. Flatmate also made chicken soup, which is good and bad: good because her chicken soup is delicious (although I haven't had any of this batch yet because I haven't been hungry today, so I had breakfast around nine and then lunch around four and no dinner, although I did just eat a pop tart), but bad because it made the apartment hot and stuffy, and now everything reeks of onion.

And I still haven't done the (4-5 page) project for my one actual class with the school of education -- which is due tomorrow evening... I guess I'll do it tomorrow morning? I haven't decided if I'll go to work/class tomorrow, although I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to skip orchestra rehearsal since our concert is on Thursday. I might go to school just for orchestra and then go back home without going to the ed class afterwards. I did read the 40-page article that I was supposed to read last week, though... it was interesting, about education and social class, and the different kinds of knowledge that are taught at different class schools, and the reproductive or transformative powers thereof. But it was just 40 pages long and full of tiny blurry print and typos. Whatever.

Mostly, I'm just glad not to have died of sinus pressure today, like I thought I would when it woke me up at four in the morning. I wish I could have gotten more actual sleep, though. How can I be so bad at naps? And now that it's proper bedtime, why is it so hard to fall asleep?

vindictiveness?

Playing duos with bass players gets me in on some bass gossip. Such as:
When someone asked if we should beef up our bass section (currently two juniors and a freshman, and one of the juniors will be studying abroad for all of winter and spring, which is sad because he's my favourite and the one I'm playing the duo with) by calling Die In A Fire, the response of both the bass teacher AND the conductor was, "NO. NO, NO. NO."

I busted up laughing.

Yeah, it doesn't really hurt anymore, but I have a lot of anger about it still. Not just that -- I have anger about a lot of things. Honestly, I have a lot of rage, these past few months, most of it directionless, simmering and impotent.

But yeah, I still want to punch him in the face. He's pretty scrawny, I bet I could take him out.

Or key his car. Or slash his tires.

Mostly punch him in the face.

RAGE.

it is noon and i should be asleep.

Dear Sirs,
I would like to submit for your consideration the possibility that, if one is incapable of wiping up one's own spills in the kitchen, one cannot with any credibility call oneself a "grown-ass woman."

srsly i don't know what it was but it was congealed and it went all the way back to where she keeps her vitamins against the wall and it came up into little squishy strings and balls when i tried to wipe it up. disgusting.

In other news, still sick. Staying home from work and class, but I'll go to orchestra rehearsal because there's today and a short Mozart wind sectional tomorrow (OMG SOPHOMORE FLUTE FAILS AT COUNTING. FAILY FAIL FAIL. I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE'S ON THIS PIECE BECAUSE THE FLUTE SECTION FOR IT IS JUST HER AND SHE IS FAIL) and the day after that is the dress and the concert, so I have to be there. Even though just walking across the alley to the post office (to pay my electricity bill -- significantly more than the gas bill) made me want to take a nap. Here's hoping I can (a) survive the uphill trek from my parking lot to the music building and (b) fumble my way through rehearsal without incurring the conductor's wrath.

Also: Flatmate's chicken soup is uncharacteristically and disappointingly bland. Vastly improved with liberal amounts of salt. :c Still, v. kind of her to take pity on my pathetically ill self and share. More happily, Saturday's pumpkin mush is delicious :)