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Rehearsal tonight: I sat and listened, and (into the bargain) knitted for three hours on my parents' anniversary present. First (large) square is maybe half done. (It's hard to tell because it's L-shaped -- how much L is half a square? There are to be 96 rows, and I've done somewhere in the mid- to high 40's, but every row is shorter than the one before, so 48 rows is actually more than half ... so I guess the square is more than half done. Point being: three hours' work, yay!)
Tonsils are about the size of the last knuckle of my finger. My throat feels mainly fine, i.e. not scratchy at the back at all. My neck, all the way up to the lateral walls of my throat, is killing me. Have called off going to class in the morning, on the grounds that class meets in the professor's very small office, and if I managed not to give them whatever this is yesterday, they sure the hell don't want me giving it to them tomorrow. I have to go to work, though -- just, nobody come within six feet of me.
Tonsils are about the size of the last knuckle of my finger. My throat feels mainly fine, i.e. not scratchy at the back at all. My neck, all the way up to the lateral walls of my throat, is killing me. Have called off going to class in the morning, on the grounds that class meets in the professor's very small office, and if I managed not to give them whatever this is yesterday, they sure the hell don't want me giving it to them tomorrow. I have to go to work, though -- just, nobody come within six feet of me.