You know the phrase worried sick? Well, I guess I am pretty much officially dealing with a cold, but I think I’m changing the phrase. I’m worried tired. All day worrying (worthlessly, I might add, since what exactly can I do to help, whee I can’t speak the language) about Seth, plus working, plus squeezing in a few things I was supposed to have done anyway but forgot about in the hustle and bustle of sick Seth, oh, and also running over to bushiban to give an oral test means I’m beat. Seth is doing better (although I’m planning to make sure he milks the recovery period as long as possible), and even though I’m tired, I’m doing okay. Yay for okay, right?
Oh, and my little sister is a Master (at least, I think that’s what her Facebook status is saying)! She gets extra letters behind her name on here resume, now, plus woo! she can sing good! Yay for Lindsay!