It's 8:39am.

I made myself tea this morning. My mom gave me this big starbucks thermos she had, because she never uses it, and so far it insulates very well - my tea is still too hot to drink after two hours.


wow, I just coughed several times in a row. 4, actually.

When I was younger, I was always quite self-concious about coughing. Holding in a cough has to be one of the strangest feelings. You can feel how funny your face must look, and then, of course, when you finally can't hold it in any longer, it's a much worse cough than it would've been in the first place, full of sputterings and maybe a slight spray of spit (lovely, I know). I remember being in awana, and sitting during council time, and absolutely dreading the fact that I might cough. That probably caused me to cough more too, because I was thinking about it. Sort of like how if you think about how much you blink, you blink a lot. It doesn't work with hiccups though. Hm.


AMBER! We should watch Phantom tonight! Really. We should.


I'm going to go read until class starts.

-becca