Weekends might no longer be that 2 days where I can do nothing and just wile away, but I still do treasure the 2 days away from school and having the opportunity to spend a late night out.

The alarm bells started to quietly sound earlier during the week when I felt an impending sore throat. I thought it would follow the usual sequence where I would lose half my voice and sound like Darth Vader for a few days. A day or so later, a cough sneaked up and the dry cough made my throat more hoarse than it would have been without the coughing. Even then, I still thought this was the end of it, nothing that cough syrup and lozenges could not handle. Friday morning came, and along with it, the full blown flu. Sneezing on the train non-stop was so painful. Commuters giving me the stares as though I was doing it on purpose. Probably must have been worried that I might have been starting a pandemic close to them. Even covering my nose and mouth didn't help.

And so now I'm here, placed on house arrest. Church and choir look like a distant possibility, and even if I do manage to go, I doubt there's any hanging out after that. Being sick is the equivalent of being miserable. Social needs aside, the discomfort alone is bad enough.

Since I'm gonna be home, here's what I shall set out to do whenever I'm not feeling too drowsy.

1) Leadership evaluation essay

2) Notes for the first readings of IO psyc.

Okay. That shall be it for now since I'm not sure if the meds are gonna KO me for long periods.