Boo

I sort of hate today. First, I woke up with a swollen throat and ears that itched so badly I wanted to stick pipe cleaners down my ear canals. "It might not be so bad, just a cold," I thought to myself, but when I sat up in bed, my head greeted the morning grayness by pounding and pounding and pounding. "Great. Sick. Wonderful."

So I lollygagged getting ready for the day, and I had that sick-in-the-clouds thing going on. What was I trying to get out of the fridge again? Did I already grab my keys? Etc.

I skipped class because I couldn't stand the thought of spending 2 hours in a hot, crowded room. I swear we suffocate every time we have class. I'm not surprised I got sick, sharing germs in such close proximity with 50 other people. I wasn't in the mood to be coughing, sniffling girl in the second row, though, so I just avoided the whole debacle altogether.

Instead, I went to work in the late afternoon and, realizing I had lollygagged a bit too much, I suddenly found myself in a mad dash to get all of my paperwork together for a 17.00 rendez-vous for an apartment. My boss said he would be my garant, this weird tradition the French have of requiring somebody write a letter saying they will pay your rent if you won't. He was cool, he offered to do it before I could even ask, but then getting him to write the letter and so forth was a little time-consuming. But it got done, and I made photocopies, typed up another letter, and suddenly saw that I had to be at the RDV in 40-something minutes.

As I dashed out the door, I got a text message on my phone:

Awesome. I received the message at 16.23, and the appointment was at 17.00. Can't beat that.

I went home in a bit of a fury, and angrily did my grocery shopping. But I got to help not one, but TWO shorties get something down off the upper shelves today, and that always puts a smile on my face.

So then I got back home and suddenly started feeling even sicker than I had earlier in the day. I made dinner and let it simmer on the stove, and got in bed. I think I had a slight fever because I certainly had the chills, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep for two hours. Luckily, The Boy had turned down the heat and dinner didn't boil over.

Once I woke up (at nine pm) I was starving, so I ate and sat down to begin my apartment search anew. It dawned on me that I was getting the beginning stages of a cold sore, further proving that I really had had (still have?) a slight fever. Knowing that cold sores can be stopped cold (hah!) in their tracks if you use a product available at my local pharmacy, I creaked my way down the six flights of stairs at 10.15 -- only to realize that the pharmacy I thought was open until midnight actually closes at 10.00.

So here I am: feeling dejected by apartment blues, with a swollen throat and itchy ears, slightly fevery, and festering a might cold sore.

AND? To top it all off? I get to go to the Prefecture tomorrow to work on PAPERWORK. Which is always my favorite way to pass the day... I have to go an hour outside of the city to pick up something that says I am a good student, and then I have to come back to Paris for my 14.00 appointment. Which I will undoubtedly spend sitting around for 3 hours. Sniffling and wanting to scratch my ears.