Woke up around 5am, finally got back to sleep. Woke up around 9am feeling much crappier than I felt when I went to bed last night, got up, took some NyQuil, went back to sleep. Woke up around 2pm to the cackling of my brother's gf, who infected me to begin with. Decided to go watch tv from my mom's bed. Ate some eggs. Finished reading Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. Went back to sleep. Woke up around 6pm for dinner, ate dinner, watched EM: Home Edition and Desperate Housewives. Wasn't 24 on last Sunday? Started reading Wicked, which so far is extremely strange and makes Confessions look like a simple historical drama. Already called my coop teacher - well, talked to her hubby - to say that I wouldn't be there tomorrow. Called the university admin in charge of this stuff and left her a message as well. Have set my alarm for 9am tomorrow morning so I can call and hopefully make a dr's appt as soon as they open... one for both me and mom, since we have the same thing. Damn disease-carrying gf. Almost one week into my student teaching semester and I have spent roughly two hours in the classroom.
So far January has completely sucked. Except that my family is mostly healthy (you know, in the long term sense) and my kitties are sweet and beautiful and my puppy is adorable and I have a roof over my head and lots of good food and a stable financial situation, relatively speaking, and two very nice computers with wireless internet, and all you lovely pains in the ass.
Look at that. I was all worked up for a good bitchrant, and then I went and guilted myself into counting my blessings. Retch.