I hate being sick (who doesn't?). It makes me feel lazy and unproductive, or otherwise numb and medicated to the hilt.I should expect it, though, since all the children I work with are sick. I keep pumping myself full of vitamins.
I've just been going to school/work, coming home, and then watching movies, eating soup, drinking tea, and playing Assassin's Creed II. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.




I had been wandering through the snow for quite some time. It was cold, but not unpleasant...comforting, really, in a numbing way. There were indents in the soft sheen of ice, freshly made by the careful steps of my predecessor. The prints diverted off the slick road I had been traveling, off into a set of ominous looking trees growing nearby. I wanted to stick to my initial path, but I knew that this divergent road would eventually converge back into the one I had started on. It did not hold the appeal of safety the main road did, but it offered a lure that little else ever had.