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Friday, February 14, 2003

I'm sick and don't really feel like anything - I got stuff to do, though. By now I should start working on the Nicomachean Ethics again. My throat feels like a ball of fire. Swollen. I know that I will be dead tired Tuesday morning, after a rigourous one-day trip to and from NY, but I am still excited about it. I just hope that I get better by Sunday. It's going to be dreadful to go there sick and return sicker. I am also proctoring about 6.5 hours of auditions on Monday and Tuesday. Money and... it is educational to watch people go into auditions. I imagine what I must look like when I walk into an audition. Also, I like to help people feel relaxed and less scared. I am probably the friendliest person you know, especially in a proessional situation like as an audition proctor.
I thought loads of sleep under warm sheets would make me feel better, but while the warm sheets indeed warmed me up to an unbearable hot- and sweati- ness, the ice-sharp cold air in my room, undefeated by my 2-gallon humidifier, relentlessly attacked my throat, and as a result, my throat feels worse than ever. The medicine I've been taking does not seem to be working. But it's really time for me to get up and do something now. I hate being sick because I feel so tempted to just do nothing..

posted by the stradgirl* on 11:49|