And a part of me misses recording the absolutely mundane. I've been doing a lot of my sentimentalization lately. Yes, apparently "sentimentalization" is a word. That's awesome.
Yesterday my political justice group somehow managed to pull out an awesome presentation on the role of FISA in international justice. It's really cool when things turn out way better than you expect.
Then I hightailed it to radio, and there was absolutely no news. None. My local news story was about the debut of a solar powered trash compactor on the Commons.
Yeah.
At practice we did 3k erg tests. I did okay. I wasn't all together thrilled with my result. I know I can do better, and that gets at me, but I know it could have been worse. The problem was that that test was followed by an insanely hard and insanely cold practice. By the end, my throat was swollen and raw and I couldn't breathe deeply without coughing.
I got back from practice and steamed myself in the shower for approximately forever. I then churned out a paper for ethics. By that point I felt absolutely horrible and went to bed early to be up for my 6:30 work shift. I'm pretty sure I broke a fever during the night, and apparently I scared my roommate half to death because I got up at 1am, left the room, and came back approximately 10 seconds later. She asked me directly if she'd woken me accidentally, I didn't respond, crawled back in bed, and passed out. So I guess I was sleepwalking, seeing as I don't remember doing any of this. I did actually feel way better when I woke up.
I am seriously looking forward to four days of break. With which I intend to spend some quality time with my bed and hot liquids. And the frosted covered animal crackers I bought at Target. Them too.
And now, I'm off to my history midterm.
