Busy Bumble-Bee

I have decided that bumble-bees are called such, not just because they make an incessant droning noise, but because they are also bumblers in the sense of "blunderers". They are so tired from all the many things they do--from their unceasing work (they are busy as bees, after all)--that they tend to blunder and generally bumble around. After all, just picture the last time you saw a bumble-bee. The poor, tired insect was undoubtely flying so erratically because of lack of sleep. After all, have you ever seen a bee take a break? Stop that buzzing for a quick power nap? No. I think not. So, cheers to the busy bumble-bee--unafraid to blunder around a bit for the sake of work.

(Methinks I like the OED too much. I also need more sleep . . .)

I can't figure out which would be worse--going to classes in my condition or missing classes because of my condition. I hate being sick. I really, really hate being sick. It makes everything more complicated and, in the same swift stroke, removes all capability of dealing with said complications. ugh.

Killer October

The upcoming October is going to be a killer for me. I have three presentations to give, I will be working with HEAL (where I am doing my service-learning) on their largest annual event, I have midterms at the end of the month, and I will be volunteering at the Utah (Salt Lake County) Annual Bookfest. Of course, I will also be doing my regular readings and assignments. I'll do my best not to go insane. ;)