You know that whole 'don't count your eggs before they're hatched' thing? Okay. Well, I'm going to count those eggs anyway. Yesterday, I had a rotten cold. Pure rotten. I also had a psychology test today. Yesterday, I wrote two papers. Yesterday, I read two chapters. Yesterday, I tried to study. I was so tired, though, and I had cold chills, and I just felt so stinking bad that it was hard to focus. I finally gave up, made a pot of cream of potato soup, just so that I could drink a cup of the broth. Lot of chopping for a cup of broth, but like I said, I was miserable. Anyhow, I went to class last night, and when I got home, I went to bed, I went directly to bed, and I slept like the proverbial log. This morning, I got up early, and I studied for an hour. I felt better. I seemed to be remembering more easily, thinking more clearly, which was comforting, but still I was nervous, because this test stuff is all new.
Okay. Now, about those eggs, the ones that I'm not supposed to be counting, etc. etc. I gotta say, I believe that I smoked that test. I may have even aced it. I'll find out next Tuesday for certain, but I know that I did better than okay on it.