I think I'm sick.

Of winter.

Actually, I seem to have come down with an infection of the throat. You know, the kind where your esophagus constricts itself so that you think the only things you can swallow are pea size or smaller. In my efforts to prevent greater sickness I have tried to increase: consumption of tea to at least 6 cups per day, consumption of orange juice to at least 3 glasses, and vitamin intake. And sleep, I want lots of sleep.

I'm also sick of not knowing what the a;lknawel;krjnkn I'm going to do when I graduate. Mr. Olympian has very eloquently ignored (??) my emails and phone calls. I would like to think that even if the answer is "no" that he would at least get back with me so that I can get on with my life and find someone else (better).

Michigan. I want to go somewhere warm. Snow = no more fun. And, Sunday it's supposed to be 6 degrees F. Like, excuse me?

Also, L2. I wish she would just go away.