Rasp

I don't feel good. I'm back in bed, watching crappy tv again. I've become an involuntary mouth-breather, due to the congestion in my sinuses. And to make matters worse, I'm writing an angst-ridden blah(g), and I'm way older than fourteen. At least it isn't pink.

There's nothing like illness to make you feel lonely. Not that I don't feel lonely when I'm well, but this sucks worse. I have a cell phone, but have no idea why. It never rings. Not even when I'm sick. So I pay for the reminder that no one calls.

And I'm not getting any work done. I feel so awful and I have this rasp I hear every time I exhale, which makes it hard to concentrate. But I keep remembering that I have to get to school early tomorrow so I can pick up my financial aid check and I have to work on a sound design project before class and meet with my scene study group after class and try to get home to catch some of the debate. And I have to finish my reading assignment before Thursday. Rasp. Sniff.

Check the phone. Still no calls. (Is it broken?)

The good news is the check. An extra $250 for this semester and $250 for next. Because being broke sucks.
Not that anyone cares. Not even me. Rasp.