your breating fire is not bringing back what's dead.

I have been fighting off a cold for days now. I'm warding it off with thoughts of sunshine and kittens. I am convinced that staying healthy is all about being comfortable. Tea is consumed as if it were water, and the warm liquid makes me warm out in the rain. Blankets are all about me and naps are frequent. I am consuming viamin C and Cold Fx as if they were M&M's. I am listening to songstreses such as Jenn Grant, Tanya Davis, Jill Barber and the occassional Great Lake Swimers.

I thought of a great idea for some sort of writing on the weekend. Now i just need time to develop it into more than an opening line.

In a couple of minutes I will lace up my boots, shrug into a sweater and a slide into my raincoat and trudge up to campus. I've started walking up the grassy boulevard on University amid the leaves and the trees with cars passing on either side. I don't notice the cars though, and it feels like I'm walking to school through a park.

I am joining the Gazette this evening. This is a big step for me. I am really going to join it, not just talk about joining. I am going to walk in there and say, I can do anything, sign me up. I will be a part of something bigger. I will be connecting to that giant mass that I am separately a part of. Maybe I'm just romantacizing it and maybe it sucks, but I'm going to try.

Speaking of trying. I studied for my sociology test all day and I am sick of it.