Firstly, that sore throat from the other day? Well, it's turned to 'the wrath of' cold part iii, 'the search for kleenex. and antibodies. damn you, immune system!' It's really gross right now. I'm coughing all the time and sneezing and blowing my nose EVERY TEN SECONDS. I've gone through about as much Kleenex as is produced in the clear-cutting of a small rainforest. It's been a stupid cold, too--I can pretty much guarantee that if what I'm thinking is the word 'left', it'll come out of my mouth as the word 'right.
All this is not condusive to trying to write a research paper on Virginia Woolf and Tom Stoppard that's due in four days that I don't really have a clue about. So basically there is much suckitude and I am in desperate need of some over the counter pseudoephedrine druggy goodness. At least the Vaseline has stopped the burning feeling around my nose for the time being.
I'm working tomorrow morning from 8:30-11:30, so I'll probably be a candidate for Captain Grizzly then too.
Other than that, it's been a good week. I've had an offer from a friend (henceforth known as Steve-Dave) to be my co-publisher for Magma next year, which is greatly relieving, as I was having serious doubts about its future; namely in that I can't afford to publish it on my own. Steve-Dave is a good kid--perhaps a bit more enthusiastic and brash than myself, but that is not necessarily a bad thing, and I think he would be a good asset to the paper's editorial team.
My family is in South Carolina this week on vacation, the buggers. Apparently they're having lots of fun without me. I bought my sisters Harry Potter UNO the other day because it made me think of them. We used to play just regular UNO lots when we were kids--it's such a good game. My grandma even called the other night to check up on me, which I thought was kind of funny. It's not that I don't get along with my mom's side of the family, but as I've gotten older and a) got a full-time job in the summer and b) gone to school 4.5 hours north of where they live, my visits with that side of the family have been largely limited to Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and the occasional birthday.
Mike's graduation from college is starting to creep up on him, as is the need to find a 'real' job and start taking on the world. He has the opportunity to apply for an entry level position with a flag company (he's taking graphic design) that would be semi-local, well-paid and full-time. I have mixed feelings about this, I guess--if he gets the job, it'll be a fantastic opportunity for him, as he'd likely have to go to Toronto otherwise--but at the same time, I'm somewhat wary. My reticence at returning to Ste. Marie for the summer has been somehwat tempered by my knowledge that he would also be there, and I've already had one relationship that got screwed up--at least in part--by my significant other's job. I have no desire to go through that again.
It's just different with Mike, anyway. There's much more of a primacy in my relationship with him. The idea of going for several weeks without seeing him is unthinkable--I think at the most we've managed three or four so far--and the idea of him having less time for me is disconcerting.