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What? A cold? Now? But I'm not allowed to get sick until exams are over on Tuesday. And I'm done moving in on Thursday. And.. well never, to be perfectly honest. And yet here I am, drugged up on some obscene combination of dayquil and nyquil. Fuck. Birthdays and finance lectures and finals to study for and packing to do and jobs to find and decisions to make and jobs to quit and books to buy and laundry to do and scenes to write and webassigns to finish and fish to feed and... ok, I'm stretching it there. I give up. Anything that needs doing will still need to be done in the morning.