This is not your average cold. No, this is a kick-you-in-the-back-until-you-fall-down-then-sit-on-your-chest kind-of cold.
It's a very good thing I called in sick today, since I am still running a fever. I slept in, then packed my sweaty-and-shivering-self in the car to run some unavoidable errands. Happily, in the course of those errands I found a large fake plastic fish.
After a grocery store stop to get more juice, I packed up for the week and headed back up to Mountain Town. Fever or not, I need to go back to school tomorrow. I've got a show this week and there is nothing worthwhile I can leave for a sub to do with my Humanities class. That's one of the less-mentioned downsides to teaching classes without textbooks - it's next to impossible to come up with plans at the last minute that a substitute can execute. Can I trust just anybody to teach my students about Hellenism? I think not!
What I didn't buy but should have is a giant bottle of Lysol spray. I need to disinfect all of the props. There's too many sick people about this time of year, and the cast is sharing (and fake-drinking from) 75 plastic mugs. Ew.
On the plus side, the sight of my blanched, shivering, hacking self at rehearsal tomorrow should add credence to the lecture I gave the cast about not making out with each other. As I said, there's too many sick people about.
P.S. Does that imply that I'm involved in the making out? Because no. Really, really, really, no. Ew.
Of course it's sitting on your chest! That's what you get for being a GOTHIC HEROINE. I just hope you're living up to it by languishing properly. I mean, if you haven't spent the day like this (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Nightmare), then I'm pretty sure you've been doing something wrong...ReplyDelete