So I have the allergies that will not stop. My throat is swollen and hurts, my eyes are watering, my nose is stuffed up, and I would give my right arm to be able to go back to bed, rather than going into work. Seriously. I feel fucking awful.
Wah wah wah.
To make matters infinitely worse, I agreed to work Monday-Wednesday this week. I agreed to do this knowing full well that I am flying out to give a talk that I have not yet written in Chicago on Thursday. I'll write it over the weekend, thought I. Wrong. I am no farther this morning than I was last week when I agreed to work these days.
So, to put it simply, I'm fucked. I feel exactly the same way as I did last week, before finals were over. This truly is the semester that never ends.