Oh fiddlesticks.

Hmm. This has been a lovely two days. I woke up on Tuesday morning after a really good weekend sick. I went back to bed and slept for the entire day...there goes a bunch of classes. Wednesday I didn't feel really sick, except that my lungs are full of junk and it hurt to cough, but I was exhausted. I had to walk to the grocery store to buy meat for dinner, since somehow my freezer didn't freeze the 5 dollars worth of ground beef that I bought last week, and I'd promised a celebratory dinner of spaghetti. When I got back from the store I could barely stand up. Since I had a midterm in the afternoon, I decided that sleeping would probably be better than going to the Spanish discussion group I wasn't prepared for due to missing the lecture on Tuesday. So sleep I did. And then I wrote my English midterm, which hopefully went well, I honestly don't know. Taylor and Veronica both had days full of evil classes/tests/midterms, hence the celebratory dinner for the end of the day. The spaghetti was soooooooo good, and assured me that I can still cook at least one meal that tastes like real, home made food. Michael had some too, but he traded: I get a piece of his mom's home made pumpkin pie tonight, he got to eat my Spaghetti yesterday. Bonus, he insisted on doing the dishes. A glimpse of a gentleman, finally - and it couldn't have come at a better time. After dinner I forced myself to stay up studying for my history midterm until 12:15, and then slept until 9 and got up to study again.

Apparently, I studied the wrong things, so hopefully the stuff I wrote on the exam was right, I really have no idea. Reading 60 pages of textbook (all that was relevant to the years we studied) and writing, not typing or copying, 30 pages of notes, and discussing each point on the syllabus with Veronica, and reviewing my similar notes from Socials 11 and History 12, and having enough sleep, and eating a healthy breakfast was obviously not enough. Tonight's celebratory dinner was Butter Chicken, but this time, I cooked by myself and did the dishes, because Veronica had another exam at 7, and Taylor had a lab at 6:30. Michael didn't get any.

So now that two exams are over, thankfully, so is the week, as tomorrow is University of Ottawa Day, and there are no classes. Time to catch up, recover, do laundry, buy a coat since it is now freezing outside, go grocery shopping since all my veggies are now rotten and in the garbage can, learn a bunch of Spanish, and study for next week's nightmare: a politics midterm. I like what we're studying, and I like the prof, but I hate the class. Truthfully.

Today I actually feel sick, but I've had more energy than any other day this week. Laughing leads to coughing, which leads to pain. Standing up leads to dizziness, which leads to falling over, but I've learned to stand up slowly. And I've learned to deal with the elevator - because I definitely can not handle the stairs right now. Strangely enough, even though this week has been pretty bad, I'm not in a horrible mood, although I'd really like to not be sick!