Buenos diaz, as it is morning as I write.

I'm sick for the first time in one year and about eleven months. It's a cold but man it feels nasty when you've had such a good long streak of health. Thankfully this only about the fifth day of nastiness and I'm just about to coughing phase having already been through clogged throat, extremely stuffy/runny nose, rough throat (I already have a low voice and that took me to transexual male level), shivering like hell, headache, boob ache(because of the glands in the sides), sweating my jeebeebus off, sleepless night.
Now it's better. I can deal with coughing and blowing my nose (a friend asked me how I was doing "Well I'm still blowing like a whore..."). I look like Rudolph though. My nostrils are bright red and scaley from the tissue abuse. Tried lotion...BAD idea. Freakin' stung like hell and this was for sensitive skin on the face.

Other than that things are going. Trying to stay afloat, have some fun, survive, breathe, yadda yadda.
The muse is calling and I feel bad to give her the busy signal. I WANT to answer but freakin' homework is killer.
Ack. I'm taking time this afternoon and maybe tomorrow to see if she will call me back and we can set up a date because the lines I get through my head are actually pretty good.
I'm regretting not taking a creative class this semester. I am doing it next semester for sure. I'm already lined up with Stats and Spanish and swimming but I want an art history course to suppliment my history classes, history courses and maybe another soc class. I am definitely saving time for an art course or maybe a poetry class or something but I miss it, especially after hearing about the praise my art work won at State Fair. All blues...at STATE LEVEL! That has never happened to me and makes me jones to get back to it. Like, where the hell is my 8B pencil? Where are my charcoals?

Is this what being an adult is like? You want to want to want to but where is time?

Anyway I need to get going and jump on the homework van.
Peace lovers.
~Lo