Wah. I have a math midterm tomorrow, but I just want to curl up in my bed and go to sleep. Inhalation of charcoal dust killed my throat in my Drawing class — by the end of the third hour, I could barely even croak. Lovely warm beverages rendered me capable of speech again, but I still feel lousy. Bah.

::goes off to cram so that I can go to sleep early::

EDIT: AAARG! I thought the “coughing up blood” thing was over! Here we go again… Gah, where is Ewan when I need him?