I can't sleep for various reasons, the first of which is a bloody sore throat I've had for a week and the stuffed up nose that is an on and off thing. It started last Saturday with just a sort of can't breathe, must blow nose scenario that happens to me a lot this time of year as the weather gets warm, but by that night I was coughing and my throat started to get sore. And the sore throat started before I was coughing. I've been taking over the counter medicine and popping Halls Fruit Breezers till my tongue feels sort of numb, not to mention the hot tea, which didn't help, and the gargling of salt water, which so far provides brief temporary relief that lasts maybe thirty minutes or an hour. So I can't sleep, can't really talk, and sometimes can't eat or breathe. Fun! Please note the sarcasm in that statement. I don't have time to be sick, not at all. I'm going to the walk in clinic in town today after my government test, and I shall be praying it's not serious. The other reason I can't sleep is because I'm worried about Kenny, who is miserable in VA from what I can tell. You see, I love him, regardless of the distance, the inability to communicate, and the various other flaws in our ordeal, and I can't stand to know he's unhappy. Apparently he is by himself and constantly working, which bothers me cause he works way too much and way too hard. He's like me in that he has a serious caffeine addiction, except that his is much worse, and this will lead to him drinking more coffee. He already was told to switch to decaf and not drink so much, but you know... Any way I miss him and don't like him to be miserable. Therefore I intend to somehow rescue him for that. Not sure how or when, but I will.

Like I said earlier, I don't have time to be sick, at all. I've got tests to study for, papers to write, books to read, projects to complete, and preparing for a tourney in one month. Clyde assigned Colonel Chabert Monday with the essay that goes with it, and I had to get my notes from Sarah because I was sick Monday and my car was still at the shop. I ordered my copy of the book from Amazon and it should be here Friday. Bradley has assigned lots of reading and an essay for her class, plus I have to meet with her Friday at 1:30 to go over my last paper because the grades over all were apparently really bad. Not that I mind, but I need to see my freaking paper already to see what I need to ask her about, and she won't give it to me until we meet. Besides that the woman is treating a basically Junior English class as if it were full of high school freshman or sophomores, and it's not at all. And she acts as though her class should be treated as if it were the only class we have, and I can't think that way. I'm taking thirteen hours this semester. I've got a government test today, which I haven't studied for, a geology lecture exam next Thursday, and a geology lab test next Wednesday. Not to mention that I have less than a month before I fly to Chicago for the John Marshall Law School Diversity Mock Trial Tournament. I haven't seen the case yet and my partner has never done mock trial before.

Someone please come hold the world up and keep it from collapsing on me.