I'm hot and chilly at the same time, a clear indication that the illness that has been lurking for the past week has finally caught up with me. My paper is still not quite done, because at some point sleeping become crucial so that I didn't end up feeling even worse. I didn't go to class, I cancelled an appointment, and I'm looking for a sub for my radio show because the prospect of trekking up to Parrish while feeling like shit is totally unappealing. I still need to read a play for tomorrow, as well as memorize lines, and I really need to finish my writing assignment too.

So in short, I've got a ton of shit that needs to get done, but I'm in no shape to do it. But I feel guilty about not doing it, so I'll try to do some of it anyway. Fun.