*I got my Modern British Literature exam back, the one I got a 93 on. On the 10-point question I had no clue about, I got 5 points off. Yay me, since I had no idea what the story was about or what I was talking about. On the short answers (2 pts), I missed two. On one of them, I wrote "Rosenberg" when the answer was "Owen" and yet he gave me half credit (???). But I'm not complaining. I also learned that one of the stories we'll be studying is Doring (Doris) Lessing's "To Room Nineteen" which I just read in my short story class. Yay for overlaps.
*In Short Story, my paper is due today, and I have an exam today. I'm pretty confident on the exam, but the paper is meh. It was basically a one-night paper, so I'm not terribly concerned about my personal quality-- and I'm only slightly concerned it'd affect my grade negatively. Silly 2000-level courses.
*I'm still coughing up a storm. I am so sick of being sick. And I'm tired of being tired.
*My hair is adorable today. It's still drying, but I've got some adorable ringlet curls framing my face. Love it.