a slow death from the plague.

i'm going to the doctor today. again. since last time i went to the doctor it made me sick, i expect not to survive the week. i am so sick; i can't even remember feeling this sick before, but i know i have.


someone call the doctor!

the frustrating thing is i just have to work through it. i am 18 days away from defending my dissertation proposal, and my committee members who decide whether i pass or fail have "suggeseted" that i rewrite it. i have plenty of time (18 days) and i feel completely clear-headed. no wait, i don't. i'm listening to my ipod and i hear an echo. my hearing is muffled, and some songs actually seem to change keys unexpectedly. yesterday my ear hurt so much i thought i was going to die. i wake myself up coughing and i feel like i'm just dragging constantly. that, my friends, is the perfect attitude with which to undertake the writing of a dissertation proposal. no wait, it's not.

good news:
i got my camera and it is unbelievably amazing; it's like the best thing ever. i'm not exaggerating, either. i can't wait to post some pictures. maybe i'll get some good one's at my brother's engagement party next weekend!