Just two weeks after I got the vaccine, I get infected.
Apparently the shot doesn't work completely until six weeks later. Yargh.
Being sick this weekend? Major-ass inconvenience. I've been sleeping all day today (and probably will for the entire afternoon as well), drinking enough liquids to make a race horse proud, and moving the blanket from my legs to my shoulders and vice versa. Aside from the nice, scratchy throat I have a the moment, the worse flu symptom has got to be the body being hot and cold at the same time.
Anyways, major paper due on Monday which I need to write. I have a piano recital and two masses to sing for on Sunday... children...
Wednesday was the annual AIDS show (the first one to not be held on actual World AIDS Day), but it wasn't as large as the past two years' shows. People have been commenting about how everyone seems tired about the subject matter. All I have to say is... yeah. Three years of trying not to repeat yourself on themes is... right.
Sorry, still incoherent.
Friday I sang at the Epicurian Banquet at the Paris. Well, I sang but DeeDee, in all her wonderful diva-ness, played a track with the choir's back-up part being sung... just in case we over-shadow her? Whatever.
Hung out with sis, Carlie, and Philip the entire time. That was all sorts of interesting. Philip is uber cool... and for some reason I'm getting gaydar vibes from the boy. Like Carlie said: "Either he's gay, or he doesn't know it yet." Then again, my gaydar was going off frequently that night. I blame all the event designers and those guys from Lord of the Dance.
Now getting dizzy. Time to sleep.
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