Extra phlegm. Gargantuan right tonsil. Bloated. PMS on top of it all. Two stings from wasps that snuck underneath my clothes in my own home. What a day. Feverish. Trying to rest up. Deadline approaching. Still no word from my advisor (she’s officially taken a bit too long, now – but we all have our days/weeks). Wish me sleep and healing. I can’t get too sick here since I’ve got a big women’s singing performance in seven days. Argh. Breathe. Pee in the rain. Stay warm. Breathe again.