So it looks like my idea of having "at least fifteen minutes of solid podcast goodness" by the end of this week isn't going to be happening considering my voice is so croaky and gruff that my mother didn't recognise me on the phone - "It's SARAH" "Who?" "SARAH." "What?" "your daughter!"

I didn't go to college today which is hugely irritating considering
a) I'd just gotten back
b) I want to help edit my group's radio drama and help record and direct the kid who's playing George
c) I was meant to be at a meeting in the afternoon for my FMP, organising our pitch and instead had to email everything I wanted to say across to one of my peers and hope he translates things well enough to the others (ie make Rob do some work, please)

Awh gosh, I'm insanely tired so it's back to bed with a Dr Pepper (healthy) and the Time Traveler's Wife. I guess a plus side to being ill is that I don't have to be outside in the awful weather. I was all for rain yesterday but it gets old pretty fast.

I'd like Tom to come over and provide me with cuddles. I'd also like to just be well again.