Excessive

My face is a mess... well, the stuff behind my face. I'm sick still, and this cold is moving way faster than I had expected, the first day I felt my sinuses were infected, and I could tell a sore throat might be forming, the day after, I had a sinus headache and a sore throat, it hurt when I swallowed and I coughed once and awhile. Today, I woke up with no sore throat, but just... a completely clogged sinus/nose/face. My face feels like it weighs 500lb's and I can't breathe or open my eyes, and I cough a lot, with a stupid tickle in my throat, and my nose is generating more fluid than I thought humanly possible.

I woke up and didn't go to school, I knew I wouldn't because of my cold, I just tossed and turned all night and didn't get any amount of good sleep, so I woke up feeling annoyed and groggy, kind of stumbled to the kitchen and made breakfast, which was just toast and coffee, and sat down in my chair and from 10am to 12pm, watched the Morning Stream live, which I can never do, and it's pretty fun. They have live video feeds of both hosts, Scott and Brian, and then a chat room where listeners/viewers can chat with each other or the hosts. I just kind of relaxed, ate breakfast, leaned back in the chair and enjoyed it.

I took a cab to work for 1pm, and when I got there I found out the new chef had started, I cleaned up and got a dinner buffet ready, and eventually met him. I have no comment yet... I can't see too many good things coming from this, but I suppose only time will tell.

I worked for 8.75 hours today and my sickness kept getting worse and worse as I went, and by the end I was miserable and a wreck. I could barely keep my eyes open and I just wanted to collapse and go to sleep.

When I got home, I immediately took two advil and tore most of my clothes off. I made a snack and sat down and watched TV (Star Trek) and took two extra strength sleeping pills. It's going to knock me the fuck out, and I want it to work, because I want to be able to sleep through the night. I won't be going to school tomorrow, another sick day you could say, as I need this sleep, and I need to load up on medication before I have to go to work again tomorrow.

I really dislike working this much, I really can't put in to words the fear I feel about school, the lack of time I have to plan my case study, work on projects, or even just remember what I have to do and by when. Anyway, these sleeping pills are going to kick in heavy pretty soon, and I should probably wrap this up before I forget where I am.

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