At this precise moment, the sun is shining. Something I didn’t think I wuold see for another few days. It feels nice.

I am sick. My work is a festering petri dish of disease and germs. This is my third illness since starting here ni late November. Luckily, they have all been pretty mild illnesses but they are still crappy none-the-less. I don’t have time to be sick. This semester involves 8 papers, 4 tests, 15 paintings and a 32 page illustrated children’s book. I have no time for sickness.