ifeelbetter

I caught something nasty in the woodshed yesterday and am now stuck inside with allllll the tissues and only a hacking cough for company. Thanks, world. This is like that time you attacked me with tonsillitis just because I worked at an iHop. You're not nice, is my point.

So. I feel like death on wheels and I have 9 more papers to grade. I think it's the papers that got me sick, honestly. I think I caught unhappiness in viral form from them.

Also--since I'm on the subject of writing--have an anecdote:
( Anecdote (and a switch of tone) be here. )

So that was my anecdote. I have no sense when stories about my mom are going to be sad or happy to people--they're all sort of happy to me.