Go me.

Didn't watch L Word. Instead, chatted contentedly with JB, who brought me ice cream and risked getting The Plague.

Really not feeling so hot, but due to domainy/hosting stuff, had to take care of a couple of things.

Properly migrated two PHPBB boards from old host to new host, using the command line MySQL interface.

I feel like utter crap, physically, but my spirit is psyched as hell that I managed to migrate the two boards without losing any messages or users in the process. (This has happened to me twice before.)

I also wrote to my prof about my midterm tomorrow, and indicated there was a large possibility I wouldn't make it. I'm gonna go try to sleep for a bit and see how I feel when my alarm goes off. Chances are, I ain't goin' to school tomorrow. I feel so ... out of my body, if that makes sense. My limbs feel really long and heavy. I hate being sick.

Also, it would be really, really nice if my nose decided to stop leaking for five seconds.

Goodnight.

<yawn>

11:16am and I'm awake and feverish and going back to bed in a few, I think.

I've put things in motion to reschedule my midterm as well as hand in my Italian composition on Thursday instead of today. My dad is writing me a note for the exam, and I don't think it'll be necessary for Italian. So much with the love and appreciation. Definitely goes to show I'm feverish when I am just awestruck at the concept that my dad can write me a note.

Hoping I'll be better tomorrow, since I have to meet up with the head of Sociology undergraduate studies tomorrow about switching to an Honours from a major in Soci, although I can always reschedule that. Really, I have to be better for Thursday, so that's my real goal.

The nose is moderately less stuffy today. This does not mean I do not currently have a Kleenex stuffed up my nose, however.

Also, the Canadian Olympic Women's Hockey Team is kicking ass. They killed Italy 16-0, Russia went down 12-0 and now we're beating Sweden 8-1 almost halfway through the third period.

I love my country. And I adore that our goalie, Kim St-Pierre, wears #33 like Patrick Roy once did.

I should really not be allowed to write emails or LJ entries or anything, really, when I'm feverish.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

A meme.

Because I am still sick and icky feeling, here is a meme.

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