fucking christ i hate being sick. i can barely wake up, my skin feels like it's on fire, my head is pounding, hurts to swallow.
and of course, this happens around finals, when i have to bust my ass to finish shit in time.
here are some illustrations for my boombox collection coffee table book for advanced layout. i've since changed the color on the standing one to green, and the gray boomboxes aren't going to be there. in their place is going to be a photograph of a boombox printed on card stock and die cut, that can be taken out and examined (it's going to be printed front and back), and slipped back into place.
i'm ambitious. maybe too much.
You remind me of my college days. I'd often have colds during finals week, and if not that then it was the flu and a 103-degree fever. One time I even had a detached retina in one eye and had to drive to school, take my finals while only seeing from one eye, go home and lay down flat on my back for the next two days until it was time for me to go to the hospital and have surgery. I guess my point is that the fates, or Murphy of the Law, or whatever, tend to strive for the greatest inconvenience.
Oh, and "poor you", "there there", and all that. (I'm so fucking caring and empathetic, huh? )