Climbing The Walls

More Who today. Only 2, though, as I had a lot of things to catch up on. Funny how that happens when I'm not behaving...

My cold is no better; though practically everyone else on this side of the 3rd floor is sick, too, so it's nice to have company. My roommate's sick, too. She's been dizzy and she went to the doctor. The doctor said it was some sort of virus.

I can only assume that I have it, too, though to a lesser degree-my dizziness is less.

What else? Got class in just over an hour (whoopee), the roommate has a big bouquet of roses from her boyfriend on my dresser (I told her to put them there, but I can't smell them with my nose stuffed up like this)

Got the stickers on my laptop today and they turned out pretty good. Wish I could have more color, but you can't have everything in life.

I have to start thinking Harlaxton stuff, too, or I'm never going to get any of it done. Starting tomorrow I'm going to make a list of all the things I need copies of.

Also, I'm suddenly writing very philosophically and have no idea how I'm doing it. Real introspective stuff; interesting but useless otherwise. I need plots and dialogue and I'm getting wonky stuff about life and humanity. I have no idea what I'll do with this stuff; possibly could wrap it into a story someplace, but enh...

I think I'm losing it; I think the combination of a cold, too much Doctor Who, and a slight case of cabin fever (okay, make that a triple case) have finally sent me off to Margaritaville. And no, I don't like Jimmy Buffett...

Gotta go. Lots to do.

Cheers,
Bec