stupid, germy kids.

i just started my third week of student teaching and though things are going pretty well, i've managed to get what i'm sure will be the first of many killer colds. schools are germ factories and with my schedule what it is, i'm just totally run down. hoping to get over this quick...right now i'm drinking cold care p.m. tea and digesting a capful of nyquil. my head just hit my fingers as i typed from the sheer wiping out power of the combo, which is good considering i haven't had a decent nights sleep in weeks.

ok, enough belly-aching. last friday was tony's birthday (yay!!!) but he and i both worked, which kind of sucked. however, i did make a sneaky stop at target (thank you to my supervising teacher for letting me flee the building early to do so) and picked up a bunch of cool stuff to deck the place out. when he got home at one in the morning, a beautiful banana cream pie (a favorite) was sitting on the coffee table ablaze with candles, surrounded by bowls of his fave chips, bday presents and a cheery happy birthday themed room. he was pleased to say the least which makes me happier than i can even say. it's all wanted, for him to be somewhat happy on his birthday. normally that's not too much to ask, but this year is different...

ok. must go to bed now. nyquil really kicking in, snot dripping from my nose (tmi?) and head throbbing like it was just kicked by a donkey. i think my lymph nodes are the size of cherry bombs about to pop. and no, mom, if you're reading this, i am NOT going to the doctor. for one thing, when would i? and for another, this too shall pass.

goodnight.