Et tu, Brute?

First day of my summer class is tomorrow morning, bright and early at 9:30. So, coupled with the 45 minute drive, breakfast, and looking like a respectable human being, I have to get up at like, seven. Fun.
In a perfect world, my last school free day would be delightful...but alas. I feel like crap. But, you say, couldn't it just be stress and first day jitters? Why yes, it could. Partly. But rarely do nerves manifest as sinus problems. I suppose maybe it's happened, but never to me.
Also, I tried to make tortellini --normally not a particularly complicated endeavor-- with this like, sauce...stuff...and screwed it all to hell.
alas, woe is me. Clearly I'm in dire condition here.
If I survive, I'll let you know how Spanish went.
Over and out!