I hate being sick.

I have a beautiful cold now, and it only got worse with all the rain outside and a ten-minute walk to the library. Plus, I didn't sleep well at all last night. Strangely enough, that wasn't because of the movie I watched right before bed (Alfred Hitchcock's The Man Who Knew Too Much), but more likely because I couldn't breathe properly. Stubid cowld.
~ I now know why all your words sound funny when you have a cold. It all has to do with... it's linguistics ~

On the bright side, I'm getting to the writing part of my essay, which is going all right. Already a page and a half done! Ivory is actually kinda fascinating!