i'm a little teapot

I'm sick. AGAIN. Methinks it is because of the fact that I stayed in Starbucks for around seven hours last Wednesday to do my Dev Psy paper (free WiFi access, yay! The Ateneo WiFi system hates me so I couldn't stay in school *sniff*). It was frickin' cold there (to boost sales for hot drinks, perhaps?) and I didn't bring a jacket with me (the day was bright and sunny and too hot for January), and I bought a cold drink (a mocha frapuccino, if you must know) so...yeah. That meant I woke up Thursday feeling a bit off, and my PE class wasn't any help, since the sun absolutely refused to shine until we were done showering after class, so...yeah. The water was COLDCOLDCOLD. It really didn't help that Rai and I usually stay half an hour in the pool after class ends so we wouldn't have to wait in line for a free shower stall. (I hate living in a country where it doesn't get cold enough to justify the existence of an indoor swimming pool, or at least, heated showers in university locker rooms.) (Yes. I'm spoiled. Shush, now.)

Anyway, today dawned dark and gloomy and the day was just one big mess of MEH. I wasn't able to concentrate much in class (I was too busy blowing my nose and trying not to cough too loudly) and early afternoon was spent trying to reason out The Teacher of DOOM's questions she posed when we consulted with her last December re: our Theology report, aka The Task of DOOM. Which is on Monday. We're DEAD. D:

I left school at 2.30, because today being Friday, I was hoping to avoid the traffic. (Why does Manila's already congested streets get even more unmanageable on Friday nights and Monday mornings? WHY?) But did it work? Noooo. Heavy traffic usually starts at around 4.30 on a normal weekday, but the vehicles weren't moving in the southbound lane of EDSA when I got there earlier. Which is odd, because everyone comes from the business districts at the south of Manila, which means the traffic should be unbearable when you're northbound. Which is not to say the northbound side of EDSA wasn't congested. I'm just used to not encountering heavy traffic when going home from school. (As I've noted earlier, I'm spoiled.)

I collapsed on the bed as soon as I got home. Fell asleep immediately despite the racket my dad was making with his shiny new toy saxophone. Drank Yakult as soon as I woke up. (Drinking Yakult brings back memories of my preschool years, a time when I bullied boys and girls bullied me and we all bullied each other over tiny bottles of Yakult and Hansel/Oreo/Cream-O cookie bits.) (My fondest memory of my preschool years involved me pushing a boy down to his knees in the school bus and making him cry for his mommy. Ah, happy days.)

So, yes. Will start on prelab7 and postlab6 now, so I'll have Sunday free to subject myself to misery by preparing for The Task of DOOM aka our Theology report.