I swear I have the worst luck sometimes. I hardly ever (I mean EVER), get sick. However, when I do, I usually get sick to the point where I feel like I am 80% dead; maybe 85%. So it would be just my luck that I have my ridiculously hard not-for-profit final on Friday, and today, Wednesday, I am starting to really feel the beginnings of some feel-badness (ya know, congestion, coughing, coldness, etc.).
So with that, if this cold runs the course of my typical once every two or three year colds, I should be hitting maximum feel-badness late-night Thursday, or mid-afternoon Friday. Grrr, just grrr. The final is going to be hard enough on its own. I do NOT need any assistance from some little microscopic sniffling-sneezing-coughing-aching-stuffyhead-fever causing bacteria swimming around in my bloodstream. Grrr, double grrr.
OK, I will stop crying now. Plus, it is time for me to get back to the flash-cards. WoooFreakinHooo (note sarcasm).
PS. My girlfriend is not feeling my pain. She thinks cooking is more important. 
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