Stupid horrid rotten......um, day

Yeah. Things pretty much sucked. To start the day off, I woke up extra early to give that everlasting drawing its finishing touches, and I had a nasty cold. Sniffling and red eyed and headachy, I wrapped up in my afghan and drew for about an hour before getting properly dressed and ready to leave the house. Of course the only cold medicine in the house would be NyQuill (dunno about that spelling) and I didn't really want to fall asleep in class, so went armed only with a stash of kleenexs in my bag. We were doing hallway drawings today, and I mostly just sat leaning against the wall half-heartedly poking at my drawing as I grew stuffier and stuffier. There was an informational meeting schedualed for all art students thinking of studying abroad in London (I've been planning on doing that for a while now) and so I really felt I should go. But. Guess. What. It was during the same time as algebra!!! And because I really didn't do so hot on the last exam I didn't feel I should miss a class. I was angry. Then home. Of course by this time it's about 8:45pm (I did homework in the intervening time between drawing and algebra, which is in the evening) and I was tired, hungry, ill, and had (have) a lot of homework that must be done before tomorrow. So anyway, normally whatever my Mom made for dinner I re-heat when I get home and becomes my very late supper. Well, when I got home she said she'd made fried rice. 'Good', thinks I, 'I love fried rice'. I go into the kitchen. No fried rice on the table, counter, or in the fridge. Nothing but an empty bowl. It transpires my youngest brother (the glutton) ate what would be my supper for a snack. So here I am with a bowl of macaroni and cheese on my lap as I summon up the energy to write a paper (which I was only given on Tue to have by Thur and of course I had no time yesterday...I hate it when a prof thinks all you live for is their class) and revise two collages and make a third.

Wretched.

And let's not even mention the weather! Suffice it to say the entire month of March has been about 20 degrees below normal. About 25 instead of 45. And I'm one of those people whose mood changes with the weather. It's sunny, I'm happy, and clouds lend a mournful damper to my spirits. I don't think it'll ever be spring this year.