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Right. So I didn't wake up feeling any better today than I went to sleep last night. Still hurting very badly. I thought about skipping class, but I figured I could handle two hours, and I had to pick up the midterms anyway. I thought I'd go in, grab them, and come home and grade them while stretched out on the bed with some serious meds.
...so. Of course the professor decides that he wants me to grade the tests at the school. The test is nine pages long. THERE ARE NINETY THREE OF THEM. I had no aspirin or back-up pads, and the dispenser in the ladies' room was broken. It took me four hours.
I am not a happy Pyrephox. Not at all.
And I still hurt.
...so. Of course the professor decides that he wants me to grade the tests at the school. The test is nine pages long. THERE ARE NINETY THREE OF THEM. I had no aspirin or back-up pads, and the dispenser in the ladies' room was broken. It took me four hours.
I am not a happy Pyrephox. Not at all.
And I still hurt.
