Hurting.

Worried.

Frustrated.

Tired.

Aching.

This is so very not a good day to be going to class. And Tammy is even here... dammit, this is an easy class. She and Deborah COULD do it. They want me there. They say they don't know anything about this class.

Today's lesson is HOW TO CHANGE THE WALLPAPER AND SCREENSAVER, for gods' sakes. It's not that hard. They do it all the time.

I'm throwing up blood... peeing blood... my back hurts so bad I can't walk without crying, and my kidney is full of little knifeblades.

But of course I NEED to be there.

Really.

This is not a good day. Mana... help... please?