Sick

Normally this would be the day when I write something awesome, but I'm sick as a dog.  Every time I need to swallow it feels like my throat is stabbing me with the hatred of a thousand suns.  This has made me realize just how often we swallow during the course of a day, something I would love to return to taking for granted.  I slept for twelve hours this morning, at yet I still need to go in to my last class to take a quiz and finish one of our experiments in lab.  Fuck my life.

I'll see you folks later this week.  Hopefully with a throat that doesn't feel like fire ants are mating inside of it.