So here we are on the last weekend of my spring break and I'm still sick. This has been one of the worst spring breaks I've had in a long time. The only thing that comforts me in the slightest is the aphorism "Do everything for a cold and it will last seven days, do nothing and it will last a week." A week is up for me on Sunday. I really, really hope that all this misery goes away because I don't now how I'm supposed to prepare for competition when I can't hear what they are singing and I feel miserable.
It's so depressing I want to cry, but I just don't have the energy. I know I should probably stay in and rest these two days, but the thought of that is equally depressing. I want to do something even if it something small. Going to the rodeo is out which is sad because I hate missing the rodeo. I'd love to take a book and go read in the park, but I wonder if the tree pollen would make things worse. Maybe I'll go to the art museum. I haven't been there in a while. Maybe I'll sit in my house and feel sorry for myself. That's a possibility too.
So much fun I can hardly stand it. /sarcasm.