the Dalaverse

Ugh. I really just want to crawl into bed, put on something sappy, and eat the rest of the Easter chocolate. But I have Stuff to Do today. Lots of it. Really. All kinds of crap. I have class and a paper proposal and an archaeology lecture that I have to attend so I can hang with Professor Roberts and work and class and work and work and work and gahhhhh.

This impending depression has absolutely nothing to do with the three papers I've got due next week and haven't started. Nope.

Grahhhhh. Fucking fire alarm.

I hate today. I'll most likely hate tomorrow too.

Need drugs for allergies. Can't touch my eyes because they'll turn pink and itchy. Back of my throat itches. Fuck spring.

No no no no no no no. I am not getting sick. I cannot afford to get sick. I do not have time to get sick. It's just allergies.

Just have to get through this weekend. Port Royal paper, and West Africa paper, and then the rough draft of Mary Shelley...okay, just have to get through the next week. Exactly a week from now -- no, a week less six hours -- I can breathe.

My eyes itch, auggggggh.

::curls up in bed:: I know I've been needy today, but can y'all think healthy thoughts at me?