Sometimes I think my body hates me....

The weather? Finally absolutely gorgeous. School? Finally over with, wonderfully. Time? Mostly free, except for rehearsals (which, you know, I like) and job-seeking (temporarily on hold because of rehearsing).

Summer is actually beginning. And what do I do? I go and get the flu. Yeah, I'm not kidding. Or at least a terrible cold--I'm headachy, body-achy, fatigued, feverish. I feel delirious and disgusting. I spent all of last evening watching Buffy (a good way to spend the flu, I feel) and decided not to go to commencement (even though I wanted to) when I woke up, still sick, past the time it began.

Oh well. I'm going to throw off this bastard disease soon, because I'm already bored of it. No more! And then I will find a job and make cash and do theater and all will be well.


For now though I think I'll lie on the couch and read. Blargh.