Feeling: ::fizzle::
Listening to: Indigo Girls. No solid reason why, just felt like some harmonies and dissonance.
Reading/Watching: need to find the final Melanie Rawn book. Need to buy it NOW.

The weight of the day is pressing on my forehead like a weighted cloth.

Or maybe it's my sinus headache. Either way, Advil ain't doing a damn thing. I picked up Quincy from the airport (I knew I would wind up doing it, even though I told him I couldn't because his flight allegedly arrived at midnight and I had class in the a.m.), because his ride flaked out on him, and saying our hellos and consequent goodbyes took until 3 a.m. (he is nothing if not ardent- but in a sweet, chaste way, so stop what you're thinking rightnow).

I want to see him tonight, but I want to sleep more. Plus I have a nasty cold, and wouldn't want the boy to catch it. Can you call in sick to a date? Is that even possible?

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