I am a sick woman. All day I have been snuffling like a mole and trumpeting like an elephant,
but Tim is calling me Molly because he says that with the humidifier blasting away beside the bed, I feel like a steamed mollusk. Oceans of tea and orange juice have flowed down my throat, along with a small sea of goop from my draining sinuses.
I've started to read Notes from Underground. I've informed two of my instructors that I'll need deferred final exams.