I am doing things that are otherwise and generally impossible for me to do. I will start volunteering off campus soon at an agency that helps homebound and dying people. People I consider my people because I know too well what 7 years straight (and 9 years total) in the house with only neighborhood cats and a stressed out mom and a TV can do to your mental and physical health. I am scared as hell to be honest. I love that I will be helping an agency that I fully understand and support and who helps people so greatly though, and I truly hope a job for school comes out of it by fall.

I am craving brownies like mad. Not just any , either. Chocolate chunk with frosting. ooey gooey frosting. dammit.

I think I'm getting better but my brain and consciousness still seem to be being nibbled by zombies.

I go to do something and by the time I've started doing it I stare blankly trying to remember what it was I went so far as to click on or get up for.

At least I can cough now without peeing my pants. That was a bit ridiculous.

In other news, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm doing something just the same. And doing so audibly in between the coughing spells at times.

go me.

~e