So I'm listening to Chicago's soundtrack at 3 in the morning. 'he had it coming, he had it coming,' 'he ran into my knife. he ran into my knife 10 times.' 'i loved elipshus more than i could say...the real artist type you know? always trying to find himself. and on the way, he found ruth, gladys, rosemary, and erving.' 'it was a murder but not a crime.' 'i didn't do it, but if i'd done it, how could you tell me i was wrong?' hmmm, my Christian ethics teacher would have fun with this one. meanwhile, i love the music.
a monster is lurking around union college. it's called the flu and it's a wipe out. my math teacher had 103 f temp. a friend slept took a nap during the day cause he felt so bad...slept for 9 hours straight missing his work and classes. about half or more of the campus body has been/is coughing, hacking, sniffling, and feeling miserable. kleenexs are out in force. so far i've been doing pretty well. but only sleeping for 3 hours on sunday kinda took me down. i've been working more odd hours now that our desk workers are dropping like flies. so i feel it coming. i figure if i check myself into the hotel-snooze-a-lot i should be fine. but i'll have to check in some day soon to beat it before it devours me too. we'll see.
becky