So I beat that cold into submission. I didn't even plan to. I think I didn't give it enough attention and it died, because yesterday was nothing but working. Working while sick is not something I would recommend. I guess, unless you want the cold to be lonely and die cause you didn't feed it.
But damn, you know those times when you just want to work so so hard but your brain stalls and you stare at nothing for, like, a minute? That happens every 5 minutes now. Who the hell needs geometry? Why hasn't there been a class that taught me how to balance my checkbook? Or pay bills? I gotta get on making that. Math is hard. It's also super evil, and you're evil for liking it. Don't believe me? Behold:
The proof is in the chocolate pudding.
That came out wrong. See you guys later.