breathe normally.

So I thought I was over this cold. So I let my guard down. But it hit me again. My roommate has threatened to make me sleep in the hallway.

Yesterday I volunteered at a kid's carnival for our alumni weekend. I was signed up for braiding hair...I have no idea why they put me there. I felt so bad, there were all these little girls running around with cute french-braided pigtails. And then there were the ones I braided. They were easy to pick out, with hair sticking all over and one braid about two inches longer than the other.

Also, I almost went to work at this carnival wearing my phoneroom shirt. The one that says "Give us your money" on the back. And then I realized that the entire rec center would be filled with alumni, the ones that we ask for money, also the ones that often hang up on us and say all sorts of other things that we have to respond politely with. So I decided that maybe I didn't really want to be associated with the phoneroom.