My graduation is this weekend, and I won't be there. From what I can tell, the rest of my design class will. While I know that the black gown thing is arbitrary and yes, I will recieve the certificate anyway, I will not be attending my own graduation. This was my decision; it was an easy one in February, but now... I guess I'm just sad I can't be there. And to be honest, it is probably more about the piss-up and the memories than the ceremony.
My boyfriend is now ill too. We are a sorry lot, sitting this morning before work in sick silence. I sniffed for the first time in the morning as I was descending the stairs to the bathroom and almost dropped to the ground - I had disturbed the thick foggy mess inside my ear-nose-throat cavity and my balance was shot for a few seconds. I don't exactly know what kind of bug it is that causes these colds, or why we STILL don't have a cure for the fucker (it's quickly adaptive, I guess) but it is a malcious little thing. It's not meningitis but it's a sinister little bug; it's just bad enough to make you feel HORRIBLE but okay enough to mean you still have to go to work. The throat pain stage is diminishing, cue the wolfman cough stage to begin.
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