Today... yeah. Not much change. I was able to finagle antibiotics out of the health center on Monday night, and they seem to be working. Feeling better, but more coughing. Bad, can't-stop-even-with-a-drink-of-water coughing. I don't like coughing. Sam even came down the hall to the kitchen once, saying he'd heard some 'weird kind of coughing sound' and was worried someone was choking. Yup, that's me.

(He did redeem himself - I played him several games in Magic and thoroughly trounced him twice. :) And he came to the coffeehouse with me and Dan and Lucie... it was nice to sit around and not do much, talking to friends, and lean on him and be happy. I sure didn't have much time to miss anything while sick - all I could think about was what I was missing in class, and how long the misery would last. It's hard to think positively about anything when you're really sick. But I feel so lucky to have someone who cares so much about me. I'm really happy, and I love him a lot. Sam, you're terrific. :) )

But even with the coughing, it was a decent day. Held my own in German, even got praised for the three-way dialogue with Yussanne and Dr. Anne Chomyn which we'd whipped up within the previous 24 hours. Hooray for being able to memorize things quickly.

And I kinda lazed through silkscreening... of course, only FOUR of us showed. And considering that it was hot down there, I probably wouldn't have felt so great after the first hour. As it was, I stayed for 30 minutes with Sarah and Sam to make new screens, then left. Should I have screened my design? Probably. But better not to push my luck. Besides, it can wait... unlike my health, or my German, or my thesis...

Agh, my thesis. God knows what's going on there... I've lost a week of work through the flu/flu-like illness and subsequent makeup work. I thought I'd be able to read through plenty while sick, but while feverish and ill, your mind doesn't lend itself to in-depth thinking. I'm just dreading the reading that's piling up. I'm still a little intimidated by it, to be honest. And I know that's ridiculous - it's just another paper, albeit a longer one - but the word conjures up pages and pages of frighteningly dense, obscure, scholarly writing. I still question whether or not I can do this.

Ah well. There's time yet. I just wish things didn't have to change or keep moving in time - so much can change, so quickly, and the uncertainty is a little much at times. I guess I just have to have faith in myself and others.