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through the mush of slush and damp, the pain worked its steady way through my head.

i rushed off to class this morning, my body protesting the status of "awake" and my moral centre determined "i MUST."

i arrived twenty minutes late to find people from the class descending the stairs. i asked one girl, "so...i assume it's cancelled then?" and she said there had been a note on his office door saying he wouldn't be able to have office hours this week, due to illness. they had waited around for twenty minutes and still no prof. oh. OH.

i was left with nothing to do, no reason to be there. i went to the library and squandered an hour and a half on the computer, which was actually an exercise in self-restraint.

i grabbed a hot chocolate (which was disturbingly pink) for change, and boarded the streetcar once again. no time for trudging through the slush, near-slips on the ice. my head felt like it was being sliced into strips, like coldcuts at a deli! (an intentionally bad metaphor, but disturbingly accurate) this gradual crawl of pain getting deeper and deeper. tiredness was setting in, too.

i ate the tangerine i had taken with me, just to have something in my stomach. i had no appetite, and i knew that this was making the pain worse. i fell asleep on the couch with my arm wrapped around my cat, the steady purr rumbling against my hand.

i woke up a little while ago, and attempted to measure my surroundings through the haze of pain, which was now much worse. the grogginess was also overwhelming. i decided, right, you HAVE to have something to eat. i know you'd like to have the side effect of weight loss, but for now, you've got the side effect of a massive headache, so can we please deal with this first? i grabbed two advil and an instant noodle cup.

feeling slightly more functional.

slightly.