To be or not to be--that is the question: / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer / The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune / Or to take arms against a sea of troubles / And, by opposing, end them. (Hamlet, III. i. 64)
I have not touched a plastic hold in two weeks partially due to a mischievous, drawn-out cold. My voice works half the time; sometimes in the morning I cough up the old generation of the rhinovirus, only to find myself abruptly silenced by a trachea refilled with that gunk later that day, and as a result resorting to attention-drawing coughs and ah-em!s to order another espresso. So the question is: when will she climb again? Perhaps this is the moment when she should drop everything, apply herself to those unfinished calculus questions, and focus more on college than anything else.
Hah. Who am I kidding.
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