I've been dragging for a while. I worked Saturday and Sunday. Bad snow storm, but I made it to work anyway.
I'm sick, chest cold is finally breaking up. I have a fever and can't breathe. My head aches.
I've been stressing about my essays. I got one written on motivational speaker Leo Buscaglia (due tomorrow) and I even managed to get that stinking 'Guess who's coming to dinner?' essay done. Jesus came, by the way. Thanks to all who suggested Him. Ala Rev 3:20, he showed up at my door and we had bruschetta, because I didn't know he was coming. Five pages later, He headed out. He forgot something though. Peace. He left it behind, and it was everywhere. I think the essay turned out great, way better than I expected. I'm quite proud of it, actually.
I went to math class. I aced my math test. Aced it. I cannot believe it. 50 out of 50 points.
And I noticed today that my pants are pretty baggy in the butt and legs.
Must go to bed. Now. Well. First I need to check Paula's blog. She's had news. Then I'm going right to bed.
Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, where ever you are...