aches and pains

Though I slogged my way through school, I could not make it through work. I thinhk I have whatever flu is passing around, though I still have a buried fear of menigitis, thanks to the unfortunate business student.

Speaking of unfortunate business students, I almost killed one today. He had the gall to stand up and say that any religious beliefs a person might hold immediately negated their intelligence and knowledge. I twitched in my seat, and I'm fairly certain my Classics professor knew what I was thinking. Before class he complimented my hat. Today I carried my giant umbrella and pretended to be a Bulgarian assassain.

I'm leaning towards playing the King in our Czech play, or perhaps the Wise Old One. Both are male roles, but we have too many girls in the class. The king has much comic potential. I wish I could act. I'm too introverted, too shy for it, but I love the idea. The psychological game of being someone else.

Who the hell publishes the budget? Is that an in house operation?

The damp miserable weather is not helping the ache in my joints. I've ordered Chinese food, a comfort. Seasame chicken and egg drop soup, and steamed dumplings.

My grandmother sent me more clothes. She is a very sweet woman. She wants me to dress myself a bit better, in hopes perhaps that I will value my physical self a little more. My grandmother is not shallow, just pragmatic and oddly insightful. Because it does help to wear jeans that fit. They give me a small private joy, which matters more than if anyone notices me in them.

Oh yay the food has arrived.