For my birthday, my immune system went on holiday and gave me a fever. Today, Fate has seen that fever and has raised a sore throat. Which was wonderfully fun for teaching all day, lemme tell you. Aside from feeling chilled and having my eyes ache the way they always do when I have a fever, people commented that they could see me wince every time I took a sip of tea. Stupid work, not letting instructors take sick days.* >.<
At least I can be relatively well-assured that it isn't strep throat. I don't have tonsils, haven't since I was eight years old.
Sadly, though, I have to try and nip this in the bud tonight so it doesn't screw up the rest of my week. Which means I have to skip on dinner out and socializing with various peeps, and it also means the apartment remains not-so-clean for another night. But! I have every excuse in the world to sit on my ass, bundled under many blankets, doing nothing strenuous. And simming and deathmatching are not strenuous. Go me!
At least my sister got me a real present: a Victoria's Secret GC. New naughties for Minna!
Also, Remy got me something, but it's still en route to our front door, so I don't know what it is yet.
Mom and Ray gave me birthday money, which, as I mentioned before, was stolen when the package that contained it was gutted by some unknown fuckwad.
*- A part of me is perversely tempted to get sick enough one of these days so that I end up collapsing in a dead faint mid-class (which happened the one time I had bacterial pneumonia, only that was years ago and I fainted at home, fortunately). Then let's see the bastards defend their policy in front of the students, heh heh heh.