I went to bed at 1am. I actually fell asleep close to four. I kept having bizarre waking dreams, punctuated by harsh coughing fits. My throat is so sore right now. I'm popping Ricola like crazy, and I'm drinking lots of Chamomile. It's so odd that I have no other cold symptoms-- just this cough that will not go away. I'm supposed to go climbing with Bridget on this Friday. I'd been meaning to go to the gym for a bit this week, to tone up my muscles a bit, but honestly, if I'm coughing this badly, there's no way I'll be able to go. Bridge, I'll let you know tomorrow, but even if I can't go do anything too physical, could we still do dinner or something? I want to meet up, but I can't see my climbing like this being remotely safe unless I'm significantly better by Friday.

I have a fairly freaksome French exam in two hours-- it's on 17th century lit, including Corneille, Racine, Mme. de Sevigny, Moliere. We're covering themes, forms, la Préciosité, the Jesuits and the Jansenists. I am so not prepared yet, and I need to go study.

There is good news on my computer, though. Chris hooked up my harddrive to the interim computer as basically a secondary "slave" HD, and I should have a working computer soon. The catch? Well, the computer's password protected from the time Mike used, it and he doesn't exactly remember his password. I swear, things are never easy. So he's going to try to figure it out before I see if there's a passcode wiper that will fix the problem. I'll install Norton to the main HD, and voila-- I'll be back in business.

Well, I did pretty well on the test, I'd say. The thing with Mme. Henriette's tests is that they're never over in the time allotted. IE-- if there's 1 hour allotted, that puppy's gonna take you at least an hour and a half. It kind of makes me fear the final. Still, I got an A- on both of her preceeding tests, which I was much less sure of than this one. So that's good.

In the 'I am so irritated' column:: I'm not at work right now because I shouldn't be. No customer wants me hacking all over them. I have to go to madrigals to attend to the business stuff (PS-- sunflwgal, I have those 4 additional tickets), and then I have a meeting with my group for a presentation tomorrow. After that, I have an RA meeting that Erica will not let me out of, despite the fact that it's on a topic I've covered 5 times before. This irritates the motherfuck out of me. Other people can just not show up to mandatory meetings, but if I say, "Hey, I feel like crap, can I chill out a little before I'm on duty?" the answer is no. Gah. So then after that, I'm on duty 9pm- 11pm. Lovely. I told her fine, I'd be there, but it's her responsibility to bury me when I drop dead.


And in other news, I want this. A lot.
Visions of smeared candy red lipstick, torn fishnet and searching, sunken eyes. The scent of an all-nighter: cognac, tobacco flower, dark musk, black rose and clove.

I'm not bidding, though. I have to send a friend $40 for my final order before Yule, because I need to buy presents and the like. After January, I'm going to have to cut back, too-- I have to save up at least $350 for spring break because I'm actually going somewhere this year. So my BPAL budget will be scaled back. I did, however, buy a sample of this from someone, because it sounds too good not to sniff.