Are actually little slices of heaven when they are adorned with signatures of sorts, namely yours, your supervising tutor’s, and your parent’s. The last of those three being what I need on my own slice of heaven, though.
They’re actually a mechanism of sorts, something to pacify the school authorities with whenever you decide that you need some sick leave, and lo! I am the proud owner of said get-out-of-jail-free ticket.
Of course, it’s not exactly something I do without reason. I am absolutely annoyed to death whenever I am struck with diseases that impact my schedule on such a drastic basis. In fact, usually I just gut it out and try to get on with the day’s trials, but today I made an exception. Why, you ask. I’m not sure either, but perhaps it had to do with the fact that the excretion, or rather, secretion from my nose was slowly turning a wonderful shade of green (or yellow, is my vision affected as well?), indicating a recurrence, or a worsening of my condition. As I had accurately predicted, but alas, to my mom.
So I guess I could have had an extra 3 hours of sleep, the trade-off being not trapped in insanely-cold lecture theatres for 2 whole hours. Thanks a lot.
On the upside, though, I’m feeling a lot better today. Although I suppose that could have something to do with watching the first few episodes of House, season 3, instead of just imagining its amusement via reading episode transcripts. No, our local cable providers haven’t started showing it yet, but let’s just say I proactively took certain actions to secure my viewership and leave it at that before the dogs come sniffing around my door.
Or worse, bulldogs. Those things are like something Nature forgot about when coding in the genes for aesthetics.
Anyway, you could say that I’m in a quasi-rehab right now, living off cheese-and-jam sandwiches along with doses of orange juice, not to mention dhatalin, serrotipeptidase and of course moxilin. Go look those up in a medical dictionary if you’re really bored or something; they’re basically anti-inflammatory meds and meds for diluting sputum.
I’ve had to use my inhaler, Ventolin, for the first time in a very long time, though. That’s actually worrying, and annoying at the same time. It’s odd how those two feelings usually counteract and yet coexist with each other. And if you didn’t know before, yes, I am asthmatic. Though it’s been pretty much in remission for the last couple of years.
I can’t go without my daily dosage of software, technology and Internet-related sensations, though; I hear the folks over at Blender have released a new version of, well, Blender. And for the completely uninitiated, it’s an open-source 3D modeler which now apparently has sculpting capabilities, something that doesn’t really grow on 3D-software-package-trees, if you catch my drift. At least, not without buying $10,000 USD seeds.
Ok, maybe that’s a little bit of a stretch, but it sure feels like it. I mean, XSI doesn’t even have sculpting-based mesh tools, and it costs like 5 grand for its ultimate edition.
I’m interested in seeing what their new upgraded baby can do, but I’m busy counting my earnings from the current Chinese New Year. Last year I hit about a thousand, I think, without including my mom and dad’s contributions. This year, with the recent tax increments, I’ve kind of hit a little dip in my calculations; so far the grand total stands at around half of that record.
A shame, really. But with the extra dough my mom still owes me, I might be able to purchase a new rig of my dreams. And then we can see about installing Blender.
I did manage to achieve something over the holidays, though; I finally stopped the reset loops my PDA was going through by finally performing a hard reset on it, a first for me. The subsequent re-entering all of my contact information, not to mention setting the settings, was absolute torture.
Yes, I realized I could have done a quick backup/restore action, but I wanted this to be a clean install. Hopefully now it’ll recover from those damned glitches after I attempted to load it up with all sorts of crap. Like my own body; I damn well better be weaned off those pills in a day or two, or I’ll seriously consider, um, taking more pills?
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