Something in the allergy medicine made me very cranky.

I was so snippy and short with everyone today, and if looks could kill, half of Baruch would be dead. But at the same time, you know when you feel like you're watching yourself do something? Yeah, that was me today. I knew what I was saying and doing was snippy and short and sometimes just plain old mean and rude, but I couldn't stop myself, nor could I apologize. And the only thing I could think of that had changed since yesterday and today -- because I was like that before the orientations started -- was all the allergy medicine I took.

I got home yesterday and I was fine, but about two or three hours later, I started sneezing and was congested out of nowhere. The tea I tried to drink did nothing (tried, because at one point I was so congested, that I could breathe only through my mouth, and, well, breathing takes precedence over drinking tea, no matter how delicious and necessary), so I took some medicine about a half-hour before bed, and fell asleep on my back (augh. I'm a stomach-sleeper) with its help. I woke up and went to work, nothing out of the ordinary. So weird.

Today was more hellish than Monday. It was full of all sorts of bullshit, but I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm just glad the hard part is over. Now it's playing catch-up for the rest of the semester... oh, until next semester's stuff starts coming in. Mmm-hmmm, the application "deadline" just about three weeks away, so I'll have to start dealing with that soon.

"Deadline," you know, because there are still direct admits a month before the semester and other bullshit that makes no goddamn sense.

ASIDE OF THAT because, seriously, no more. I'm pretty good. Got some books at the library yesterday, and I'm flying through Phantom. Didn't work on Hetalia Day stuff today because I was reading but I managed to collect another... seven whole cents. :| I almost have enough to buy a pack of gum!

I don't have to be back at work until Tuesday, which is awesome because after this week, I could use it. And maybe I'll get some work done if my nose isn't in a book or my body in a bed.

Oh, and earthquake update, though I guess you've figured this out by now: I'm all right. I'm still impressed that they felt the earthquake in Virginia up in Toronto and stuff, but yeah, it was pretty much as I reported yesterday. I was just surprised that it happened! But now I hear we're gonna get a hurricane this weekend? Okay, I'll believe that when I see it, I'm still cheesed they took away our snow days (which we wound up needing!) for Hurricane Floyd so many years ago (go ahead, ctrl+F "Queens" or "New York City" and see what you get)!

Auuuuuugh, details slipping away!

Fuck, I had all the details in my head when I woke up, but in the thirty seconds it took me to get the computer and open LJ, they've leaked out of my ears. I'll try. In the past 90 minutes:

I had a dream that UNICEF collection was going amazingly well. ... ;A; It will, it will, I'll make a killing at NYCC again this year.

The second one I don't remember too much, but could be summarized as "that moment when you're forever alone but you're too socially adept for other forever alones so they're beneath you, and in the end you still can't get a date so you're actually worse off." It sucked. story of my life

The last one was a little weird. Had a dream I went back up to Toronto, but there was a terrible storm there that destroyed part of the city. I remember borrowing Alex's Es' a travel partner's cell phone to call my mom -- when I picked up the phone, there was no dial tone, but the sound of a conversation. When I started dialing, it stopped -- and somehow wound up with my grandmother.

I spoke to my grandmother as best I could, and whoever was there with me was laughing at the simple conversation (my grandmother's English isn't the greatest. She understands more than she admits but it's really best for her when English is slow and simple) I gave up on calling, and when I turned around, I was suddenly inside the building I was just standing in front of.

The storm hit the city really hard: we were fine, but there was a lack of water, so we had to stand in line and sign up for it. When I got to the front of the line, it had mostly dissipated, so we wrote our names down on the sign-up sheet. I stood in the doorway of the building and could see the street flooded -- even the the building was level with the ground, where I was standing was dry -- and across the street, a brick building (that I think was a library, from all the books) falling apart in front of our eyes. There were people trapped inside, banging on the big glass panel to be let out and rescued.

I turned back to the sign-up sheet, wrote my name down, saw Diana outside -- she saw me first and waved -- and I waved back, so she came in to join us. Some other stuff happened, but it was suddenly a good portion of the Friendlies who'd shown up. We celebrated Diana's birthday in the backroom of that building (in the dream, it was July 27, but Diana's real birthday is June 13), she blew out the candles too fast for anyone to have taken a picture, so we had to relight them so she could pose with the cake.

Why Toronto? NO IDEA.